Elemental Paper Cuts, Audio Blog and Poem

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Elemental Paper Cuts

Hello Cafe Beauties. This time out, I am offering another poetry blog for those who like a more immersive and spoken word experience. The poems included are Still life and Paper Cuts, which is also published below for you, reading types; Become Elemental, 81, and my very first poem I ever published on the Cafe, Tic Tock Tic. And you can thank Sami Khalil for creating the poetry monster I have become. I immediately took to his writing and he told me to write a poem in return and so I did. So my poetry is Sami's fault. Blame him;)

Here is the link to the audio version. Scroll down for the written poem.

Still Life and Paper Cuts

placed on a platter for your enjoyment

flesh and fowl, a feather or two

papyrus and quill

goblets fill from a myriad

of my flowing paper cuts

drink up the scene, eat your fill

take your leave, don’t bother with farewells

thank you’s or even a bow

in your pocket, smuggled cartilage

some stolen cutlery

saw the wishbone down, smash it to dust

whitewash your chambers with mealy debris

ink pots fill from my flowing paper cuts

drink up the scene

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Still Life and Paper Cuts is published in my most recent collection of poetry, Domesticate the Heavens. Become Elemental is published in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. 81 is published in 81, Poems from the Tao. Tic-Tock-Tic is published in Strays. 

Please visit my blog to further explore the accompanying photos and essay, some bonus poetry, and keep up-to-date with all my writing. 

Longer works can be found on the my amazon page.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Well, a bit of history, references to eating & drinking and our human body; all have their parts to play - in this dazzling stew of poetic word play..!

Did, I mention that I charge by the number of words allocated; in each of my reviews?

Anyway, your choice of the words - "goblets", "papyrus" and "quill"; all have historical connotations. The ancient egyptians wrote on papyrus, whilst quill pens were used for writing in england and beyond (for part of history). Goblets were used, at least as far back as medieval times in england; typically for downing alcoholic beverages.

It's inside the second verse, where the reader is told to "to eat your fill". So, now it's gluttony? Then, more shockingly still; "stolen cutlery" and "smuggled cartilage" are referenced in the third and final verse. So, Pryde is prompting her readership to smuggle and steal..! Surely, it couldn't become more shocking..?

Well, it does. Blood sacrifice is hinted at, in the final line of verse three. Or, the writer's suicide. At this point, any sin seems possible from prolifically creative writer; Pryde! Brazenly and unashamedly.! The final line reads "Ink pots fill from my flowing paper cuts"!.

Seriously though, it's the writer's juxtaposition of interconnected themes and metaphors; which have made it possible for me to find such humour. By contrast, a predictable poem; is often only possible to interpret within a fixed border of possible meanings...

Thanks for sharing, and keep at it; fair maiden of majestic literary flow..!

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha ... what's rate per word. Yes your review is insightful in many ways. The recording gives more of an insight of my conscious thought when writing this piece. I know you are not a big fan of music and so I will abbreviated for you ... it my emotion that is being feasted up, perhaps rather callously .. present company excluded ... by the reader. I love this poem for the images and layers ... I stumbled upon in my writing tearful fugue. LOL. I will hi-light your review if that is okay with you:)

[Twilight]

Yes, of course you can highlight it. Tssk. Well, I'm kinda used to that sort of thing; sigh..!

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh to be so in demands;)

[Twilight]

Well, it's a hobby.? I'm pleased that you joined that new group, which I invited you to. It includes discussion forum threads too, and I hope that you give it a try. Mr. Rustling Leaves is the administrator. Don't laugh.! He could not live it down around this cafe, with a too everyday name, now; could he..? Anyway, hope that you are able to contribute to his group; when you can. Best wishes.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pryde. I am still listening. I am writing tonight. I love to hear you speak. Good late evening from Michigan.

[Pryde Foltz]

I am honoured that I can accompany your pen some:)

[red93]

Fabulous Work, so subtle and well-crafted. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you:)

[andrew mitchell]

Lovely read Pryde like an archaeological dig, treasures around every line. Great imagery, fine writing indeed and a get you in title.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thanks so much, Andrew:)

[Arundass TP]

Love this poem on food. Well placed words. Excellent writing

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Arundass

[Lorry]

Those paper cuts can be so annoying, yet you have turned them into something beautiful here that will be more than relateable to a few.
Just be warned that you will only ever know the real agony of papercuts if you are British and having a Friday night treat from the local chippie, where they cover everything in salt and vinegar, even if you ask them not to. You will only remember the paper cuts about half a second before you hit the ceiling and need peeled off! 😃

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha ... I joked once that I would eat cardboard if flavoured with salt and vinegar. I get it:):):)

Thank you:)

[Neville]

I think there is a whole lot more here than meets the eye .. maybe a tad more personal .. one just needs to look beneath the surface and somewhere between the lines .. Neville (tried listening too but couldn't figure out how to get sound)

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Neville. yes, this write is indeed personal. To the volume, look to the lower right of the play screen. Is your sound on mute?

[Neville]

No but I got it to work thanks .. you have an incredible voice .. I have rarely listened to audio except for a few Vocaroos and the speaker sounded like an old .. nah a gentleman neva tells ..

[Pryde Foltz]

Wonderful. I put a lot of work into those. They work as balm for me:) Glad you liked it too:)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! An honor indeed mentioning my name as an inspiration.
You are an inspiration, too
As for the poem, I take it as reality presented on a platter; you can enjoy it as food and drink, or you can waste what has been offered and never be thankful.
I think the poet is waxing philosophical and that we humans are offered many things in life even love.
Acceptance or rejection are our choices.
Wowzy woooo ....

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Sami. Life is like, isn't it? But Still Life and Paper Cuts is more personal ... as a poet we do put ourselves out there to consumed ... so to speak:) Thanks again:)

[Sami Khalil]

I agree wholeheartedly. You are correct.
Exposure from the enclosure.

[Soren]

Lovely, creative and with that I will say a work of art. A very enjoyable meal at this time of the season.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Soren:)

[Twilight]

Particularly, with the gloomy weather out there; at this time of year. Best wishes.

[Pryde Foltz]

It is grey in most places ... a colorful still life appreciated, indeed:)

[Twilight]

That too, Pryde. That too.