Neige

Notice the caller, parading pickled lives pulled from sugary shelves.

He can hope to prey upon the pitiful, but must bear the back buckles.

Years ago, in shrunken shacks of bubbling trades,

Gin and cotton strove to become the new comforters.

Supposing a position to shape the next collection.

Losing all remembrance at a price.

Before me, the next endeavor.

An unknown, golden moment.

In this place, trust is consumed by tattered scars.

In the center of a piercing snow,

A chewed remnant of society’s mouth cuddles the everyday within a street lamp’s dandruff.

He only hopes to fall away and forget the holes in his jacket,

But is reeled back again as a scathed sardine.

He is all-seeing and lost to his gift.

Reviews

[S. B. Fosy]

I Have No Idea What To Put As My Title? I find "Trigger Fingers" rolls off of the tongue nicely. "Barrel Ecology" sounds nice too. Maybe "Bedfellows By Name & Nature" would make a good one. Acronyms have fun qualities in themselves, those are good too.

This poem reminds me a lot of how I like to write, and what I like to read. Things seem random, nonsensical, vague with no purpose. I know better. I enjoy the challenge (or more accurately put, the opportunity) to figure out what it means, or at least assign meaning ro it based on what I "see" as I read it. It's like a dream where you have no idea where it came from, but you know it came from somewhere.

The epic of a hero in an old time? The wandering mind of a church-goer? The changing political climate of a nation war-torn? All of these? More?

This poem lets me think without MAKING me think, it fuels my imagination, and I love that. I usually break down things I review in more detail, but then again, I usually don't enjoy a poem as an experience as I have with this one. Nicely done!

[Owen Aldin]

Really thought provking and wonderfully descriptive!