Diatoms and Division, Lovers and Wormholes

Diatoms and Division, Lovers and Wormholes

In this episode of my poetry audio blog, I voice the poems Spacetime Skeletons, found below, Close Our Eyes on Three, and This Divide. 

Spacetime Skeletons

an ebullient rupture

upset claustrophobic

introverted interiors

rattled the bones
demanded dancing

you'd never wear your gear

inside out and upside down

so why shield your psyche

like an ostrich noggin

in the shifting skeletons

of granulated spacetime

look up and out
pay me some attention
the bigger you get
the harder it is to hide

I see you

It's an inevitable cruelty

we all end up
dirt, dust, diatoms
desert debris

reshaped, recycled
totally forgotten
by everything

but speed demon photons

crashing into the iris
of a future voyeur
who isn't even
born yet

you might as WELL
become deeply gravitational

hold onto satellites
white-knuckle attachments

no such thing
as a rogue rock n' roll star 

aloof and liberated

want to be the center of everything

make room for company

spin and shimmy, create and spat

take a moment to worship and listen 

appreciate fractal symphonies
mimicking, masquerading
as chaotic syncopation

it has all gone too far
come way too close
shifted to a dizzy red

the tribes of creation
are lost in nothingness
scaffolded with old bones

clad in desiccated flesh

time to shrink
your dimensions
before the crunch comes

natural law threatens
inescapable shackles

slice off your fold
of interconnected eternity

stretch the weave

before the masses

gas you to death
shred you to plasma
with too much
togetherness

Spacetime Skeletons is published Domesticate the Heavens. When Will We Grow Together is posted in Monsters, Avatars, and Angels. The Starling and the Willow 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. 

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Reviews

[Eilis]

This felt like a call for the radical embracing of self in the face of realities that might feel diminishing to some. We all face ends but also become part of the cosmic particulate and move through other forms — so ends are really new beginnings.

Our consciousness may change but the stuff we are made of just moves and moves and moves through time. Love the thought of that. It brings a sense of perspective to everything. Great poem, Pryde.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you for this very thoughtful and insightful take. It was a balm:)

[Twilight]

That's an excellent review, Ellis. Humanity does indeed, have a collective consciousness of sorts, I would add; and we should never forget being part of a greater cosmic whole.

[Pryde Foltz]

We suffer so much when we do

[Red Brick Keshner]

Indeed how interconnected we all are. That is such a powerful truth to embrace with every fibre 🙏🏻🕊

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Brick:)

[Red Brick Keshner]

You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊

[Poetic Beauty]

This to me said it’s time to wake up and find “yourself” look inward and realize who you and what you are capable of; to get out and explore and enjoy life and doing things because the reality is death is inevitable and staying in our claustrophobic introverted spaces isn’t going to change that fact.

Many amazing lines in this poem and it gives it and ethereal feel. I liked the first stanza for it sets the scene for the rest of the piece.

[Pryde Foltz]

Hello, Beauty. So nice to hear from you and like your interpretation very much:)

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness! i'm sucked introverson, turned inside out and exposed only to be expoded into atomic particles and drenched in dissipation ..... whew! i know you write to the horror but this one disturbs me for sure .. luv on ya! dazzling drench of depression ma'am ;)
E.

[Pryde Foltz]

So nice to here from you, E:) You know it will always be a trip:)

[Twilight]

This is pretty detailed, and not an easy one; by any terms.

Well, in verse one; in basically suggests a massive change of circumstance. As if on an elemental scale, perhaps; or cryptically compelling old bones to return to the dance of life.?

In verse two, it's as if someone is being encouraged to reveal their true self. By someone, who thinks that they know him or her well enough; to think that they're concealing a psyche behind an outer shell of some kind.?

The following verse poses unambiguous questions, with no metaphysical or worldly side to it, almost reminiscent of a woman demanding that a potential lover; has not been paying her enough attention of late.

The next verse is a blatant reminder, of what eventually happens to all life. Indeed, it's just a matter of when; rather than if.

Following on from that reminder of our inevitable fate, the next verse speculates upon and reminds readers, of how our universe constantly remoulds and reshapes; every cosmic molecule. But, to ultimately be seen by who; other than an anonymous voyeur?

Therefore, we might as well hold onto what we have; and enjoy the white-knuckled rollercoaster of life?

After all, we all need good company; rather than seeking to be (in effect) "rogue" superstars - in any field of endeavour? And, nobody is really the centre of everything.

After that, I detected a reminder that we can benefit creatively; from trying out and appreciating the creative works of others.

There is also the horrendous suggestion, that tribes of creative people; are dying out. What a bleak prospect, for humanity indeed..?

The final verse is an apocalyptic reminder, that the "masses" risk clouding out genuine creativity? Perhaps, through sheer weight of numbers? I wondered, if this referred to audience masses; in terms of their demands for less creative art. Or, the risk of creative minds succumbing to trends; in terms of allowing the audience masses to influence their art?

A dark and thought-provoking poem, Pryde. But, still managing to be playful with your choice of words; and cryptic meanings...

[Pryde Foltz]

I think you arrive at a lot of poignant observations. But no, the demand for attention comes from the ego ... who both wants adoring attention and validated by what she sees. as others, but also wants to be free. We are connected but also have a very real, sometimes survival necessitate, to be a little separate from the masses ... less all the gravity creates a black hole and we are ground to plasma, only one day in the future to be coalesced to dust and all the way back up to life. The patterns and fractals of creation ... the tribes ... run the cycle. If an individual puts themselves in the center of all that ... lots of attention, lots of pressure. Sometimes if you can dodge the bounty hunters ... the outer rim is where it is at.

[Twilight]

Thanks for clarifying your meanings, in such detail.

[Twilight]

I know that I usually make better sense of your writing, and accept that I found this one to be more challenging than normal; for sure.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes I do believe our molecules of us die being mortals that we are, and our atoms which are inert go back into the big pool of atoms that created the universe. None of this “ we’ll meet grandpa in heaven one day that we’re told as a kid.” Nice write Pryde, this is where you took me.

[Pryde Foltz]

Yes ... but consciousness is also real. If you are aware of yourself, you exist. That awareness is not physical and not bound to physical laws ... at least none we have discovered. Everything is connected ... you and Grandpa ... we think ourselves real. But as physical beings we are somewhat distracted by the physical senses ... atoms and how they are experienced:)

[Twilight]

"I think, therefore I am"; is a relevant famous quotation

[Pryde Foltz]

Really it is the only thing we know for sure ... we think/aware and so we exist.

[andrew mitchell]

A quote from Moody Blues band

[Pryde Foltz]

Is it ... what song?

[andrew mitchell]

In the beginning but listen to the Dream and the Lament. All my favourite moody blue poems

[Pryde Foltz]

In the beginning ... sort of Descartes meets Frost meet psychedelic. I could not find a song called the Dream and the Lament but did find a song called Late Lament. The didn't call themselves mood for nothing ... hey.

[Pryde Foltz]

Mind you ... your wildest dreams followed and that made me happy:)

[andrew mitchell]

Sorry yes late lament and the dream also went by a threshold of a dream or look up moody blues poems.😀

[Neville]

Wherever I am, I am still me .. and regardless .. Yet very muchly enjoyed Ms. Foltz .. Neville

[Pryde Foltz]

Such formality ... lol. We are inescapable realities:)

[Soren]

Carpe Diam they say and so I read in this poem. Heed not what others may think cast off fear of opinions and be oneself time comes but once.

[Pryde Foltz]

Indeed, it sure does. Loved this interpretation:)

[Sami Khalil]

It is good to know our place and plans in this universe; to be a star, know the stars.
Everything is created for a reason, to fit like a jigsaw puzzle. We should not go so far, but stay gravitational and grounded in humility.
Thank you kindly for sharing all these details and information.
Clever indeed.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Sami:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Pryde.

[Lorry]

I have come to the concussion, I mean conclusion that modern technology has a lot to answer for, when just the simple act of looking up should melt our brains until all we can do is utter a "duh" in appreciation of this big blue/green planet that is basically our universe, and its only a grain of sand within the universe that surrounds us!
But no, we are stuck to our screens like life itself depended on it and if only people looked up once in a while, they might just see more than whatever episode in HD 4K superdupervision they are currently bored rigid watching.
No wonder all the aliens avoid us like the plague. They think we are hypnotised by our screens and we would barely notice if they stuck a probe where the sun don't shine!
I really enjoyed this Pryde but must dash, the new episode of celebrities doing tragic things for attention is just starting!
😃

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha. Yep. I for one take lots of time to look up:)