New Primitives

New Primitives

A Poem by Mark
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I was driving along, and The Cult came on the radio with the song "Fire Woman". Somehow my brain saw the images in the poem.

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Jonus brings the starter
Freya brings the wood.
We all bring desire
shouting like we should.
First we shed our clothes
then put leather 'round our loins.
To seperate us from those
who use gas, phones, and coins.

Josie has brought the water
to give head and bellies fire
Jason makes the slaughter
placing meat upon the pyre.

We laugh out loud and drink
as the flames sizzle fat
We all feel, instead of think
and night discourages chat.

The sparks fly toward the stars
the smoke carries them aloft
Toward Venus and toward Mars
with them our souls will waft.

The liquid heat is burning
each heart and mind and soul
We dance together churning
becoming parts of a whole.

we dance to forget the meaning
of electric bricks and glass
We replace it with the feeling
of trampled earth and grass.

and when our moon is fading
and the sun, again, comes back
We sleep in the tree's shading
and our souls no longer lack.

Tomorrow we'll drop leather
for ties, and shoes, and cotton
We won't mind about the weather
but our dance won't be forgotten.

© 2013 Mark


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Makes me think of the Oregon Country Fair. Great imagery and very clear thoughts. Good job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Ya? People in leather loin clothes dancing around fires, getting drunk, and eating killed animals th.. read more
Kristin Lee

11 Years Ago

It's a total hippie fair in the back woods of Eugene...some people can be found in leather loin clot.. read more
Mark

11 Years Ago

Damn I wanna go!
Some great imagery here Mark. An exceptional write for sure.

Posted 11 Years Ago


and when our moon is fading
and the sun, again, comes back
We sleep in the tree's shading
and our souls no longer lack.


Only a poet can visiulize a nude women in flames...
and I love that painting...Loved the poem too...nicely done Mark...Would make a great song.

Posted 11 Years Ago


nice song-like poem with solid and lyrical stanzas, a good write this...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very intriguing I like this a lot

Posted 11 Years Ago


It's a fantastic piece that relates well adn a joy to read, well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Music is my motivator. Old songs take me back to good days. I enjoy the good ride in the poem. Good to celebrate the day. Tomorrow may come. At least we raised hell once. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love the rhyme and the whole primal dance of the piece. You've got great imagery here that beckons for more than one read. I enjoyed this poem very much and found it somewhat mesmerizing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hey Buddy, Pick a lane and stay in it. I often hear myself yelling this at someone who could care less what I have to say. Very cool my friend. Oh, I also yell a few other things, but I won't go into that now. Indeed, nature, a slower pace, speed limits we can keep up with easily.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

hey now, I can actually think and drive heehee. I know what you mean though. I drive 2-3000 miles a .. read more
Excellent, excellent! This flows well, I read aloud and I found myself chanting which is perfect for the content. I love the idea of shedding all this crap and going back to nature, fire, water, meat!, no clothes, no phones, nothing but the stars ands the basics. Nicely done, Mark! PS: Love the Cult, btw Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago



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