The balance sheet of my internal work bottoms out in blood assessments shading every measurement of record with its iron evocation tinge One day's spectral serenade held a note of cherry blossom pink hueing my accrued debt lacerations in a burnishing of dissolution No crimson-dipped verdure had a chance against the angular azure rose crown and the prism court it hovered over
II.
One single person on one single day sent me flowers: a blue rose roof erected for "the star gazer and the color lover" No u to be found in the plasticine forked note shooting out of the prismatic mini-glade...a New England wink to ignite a withered Northern Light Wry shelter for a fellow poet's sense of metaphor refusing to be flatlined by the gestures of the simplest kind
III.
I recall a solitary day's sentiment of scents and the humid hiss of life's toxic breath on its origin of stems My balance sheet of annual internal work wheezes in a patina of dried blood now freezing the informing of your untimely wilt in a single photograph taken to remind me of the one bouquet that coloured that solitary day
I hate writing in the Summer...I can't concentrate when it's hot out, and wind up getting frustrated because I can't organize my thoughts as I'd like, and that's how I feel after spending parts of a week on this one...I don't know, maybe it's just the inspirational circumstances of the piece that has me feeling so flustered right now...I guess I'll know in a few days...
In memory of Clare.
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Once in our lives, we bump into something extraordinary to help us realize the importance of 'now'. And I think it is not the experience that lingers but the lesson embed into our being which I think is going to be useful in time. I can see how Clare's exit affected you but I'm confident that you have learned something useful from it. As of the poem, it's highly emotional which is not your usual but it is the emotion that makes it exceptional.
At first I was a little surprised to hear you say that my work usually doesn't have such highly-char.. read moreAt first I was a little surprised to hear you say that my work usually doesn't have such highly-charged emotion, but then I thought about the fact that I usually don't write in the heat of the moment, which I have been doing lately, and it made perfect sense...you know me before I know myself haha ;P The irony of receiving flowers from one who would die just months later is something that continues to eat on me and always will, but the positive memories are gradually making their way to the surface, just not quick enough to prevent such a piece from ever being written...thank you Maryanne :)
11 Years Ago
I have known you as a friend and had been earnestly reading you for more than 12 months. Need I say .. read moreI have known you as a friend and had been earnestly reading you for more than 12 months. Need I say more? lol. Seriously, anything that happens which doesn't seem to make any sense to you in the present is going to mean something in the future. And I guess all of these poems written in the aftermath of her death is one of the reasons why the flowers. Maybe it has something to do with the red thread of fate:) What can you say about that?
You're very welcome, Steve. As always:)
11 Years Ago
Haha you need not say another word my dear :) I couldn't agree more with everything you've said here.. read moreHaha you need not say another word my dear :) I couldn't agree more with everything you've said here...I continue to cling to that age-old belief that everything happens for a reason...fate is a funny thing, we spend our lives chasing it down and it usually lures us into places we've never been...this poem has yet to sink in so I remained confused as to where the words came from and where they will take me...like everything else in life, time will tell I suppose :)
Verbosity at its finest. Loved the vocabulary in this piece as well as the profound emotion hidden within it. If I had to describe this poem in one word...abysmal. Excellent pen friend.
Haha It kind of happened by default...it was the only thing I didn't suck at.
11 Years Ago
I get that. After reading, I decided to try the tryptich myself. Thanks for the inspiration.
11 Years Ago
My pleasure, it makes me happy to know I inspire others.
(Sorry I haven't been visiting your.. read moreMy pleasure, it makes me happy to know I inspire others.
(Sorry I haven't been visiting your catalogue lately, there's been a lot going on with me...I promise to stop by soon)
your words always dance with beautiful imagery and great vocab... well i hate summer too when it becomes too hot to handle... spending time in the cold waters of springs my hate of summers fades off... :) .... the flowers made you remember something and disarray your thoughts... don't worry my friend it will pass... great piece!
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Haha I'm scared to say too much about my ambivalence toward the summer cuz people think me weird eno.. read moreHaha I'm scared to say too much about my ambivalence toward the summer cuz people think me weird enough as it is ;P It will take a while for the disarray to fully sort itself out but I'm feeling better about it now than I did when I wrote this...thanks as always for the support my friend, it means the world :)
I am finding it interesting how everyone's poetry seems to be growing and going, and thereby surely the lives behind them. A part of me finds this particular poem quite sad and in a way disturbing, yet attractive (as often sad and disturbing can often be alluring). Beautiful piece in my opinion.
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The circumstances behind the write were less than ideal, and it is a sad and somewhat disturbing pie.. read moreThe circumstances behind the write were less than ideal, and it is a sad and somewhat disturbing piece for sure, but kind of therapeutic too, or at least as therapeutic as I could hope it to be...glad you enjoyed it, thank you Mel :)
Once in our lives, we bump into something extraordinary to help us realize the importance of 'now'. And I think it is not the experience that lingers but the lesson embed into our being which I think is going to be useful in time. I can see how Clare's exit affected you but I'm confident that you have learned something useful from it. As of the poem, it's highly emotional which is not your usual but it is the emotion that makes it exceptional.
At first I was a little surprised to hear you say that my work usually doesn't have such highly-char.. read moreAt first I was a little surprised to hear you say that my work usually doesn't have such highly-charged emotion, but then I thought about the fact that I usually don't write in the heat of the moment, which I have been doing lately, and it made perfect sense...you know me before I know myself haha ;P The irony of receiving flowers from one who would die just months later is something that continues to eat on me and always will, but the positive memories are gradually making their way to the surface, just not quick enough to prevent such a piece from ever being written...thank you Maryanne :)
11 Years Ago
I have known you as a friend and had been earnestly reading you for more than 12 months. Need I say .. read moreI have known you as a friend and had been earnestly reading you for more than 12 months. Need I say more? lol. Seriously, anything that happens which doesn't seem to make any sense to you in the present is going to mean something in the future. And I guess all of these poems written in the aftermath of her death is one of the reasons why the flowers. Maybe it has something to do with the red thread of fate:) What can you say about that?
You're very welcome, Steve. As always:)
11 Years Ago
Haha you need not say another word my dear :) I couldn't agree more with everything you've said here.. read moreHaha you need not say another word my dear :) I couldn't agree more with everything you've said here...I continue to cling to that age-old belief that everything happens for a reason...fate is a funny thing, we spend our lives chasing it down and it usually lures us into places we've never been...this poem has yet to sink in so I remained confused as to where the words came from and where they will take me...like everything else in life, time will tell I suppose :)
As someone once said to me, pish and tush, if this is your rendition of not being able to write in the summer, I'll eat my dancing shoes! Awe inspiring as always, I'd pick out a favorite line but then I'd be here all day copying and pasting....you often color my world with your poetry. "Make you wanna run around naked, Cause you know it looks go on you'...I love these glimpses inside your head. Kudos my dear friend.
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Haha There are times when I should probably think before I type in those notes, or wait till my head.. read moreHaha There are times when I should probably think before I type in those notes, or wait till my head clears ;P That's what happens when I write in an agitated state though...I kept waiting for a comfortable day when I could tackle this thing even-keeled (which I usually do) but those days have been even more scarce than usual as of late...but it goes without saying that your support has a way of setting my mind at ease...I'm always happy when I can colour your world, and make you wanna run around naked ;P Thank you Frieda :)
Well, your sojourn in what sounds like a hospital bed certainly supplied a proliferation of introspection spilling forth from a bunch of flowers, Steve! I`ve drowned myself in your superb phraseology, loving the irony. P.
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Thank you Pete :) I may need a hospital bed one of these days, of the mental variety...
You're one of the reasons I don't leave the café,haha. Amazing poetry like this is great to read! You should publish a book of your poetry sometime, it would be a massive hit! I know that for a fact. This was a haunting, poignant piece. I always love the imagery portrayed and wording of all your writes, awesome job!
~ Noodle.
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11 Years Ago
You humble me with your kind words, I'm probably blushing right now ;) I'm actually slated to have a.. read moreYou humble me with your kind words, I'm probably blushing right now ;) I'm actually slated to have a book published sometime this year, but I haven't mentioned it too often as nothing is set in stone yet...it would certainly be beyond the realms of anything I could have imagined when I started writing...thanks bud :)
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Haha, sweet! Awesome, it'll be awesome having your own book published! :) I'd love to do it, too. Ma.. read moreHaha, sweet! Awesome, it'll be awesome having your own book published! :) I'd love to do it, too. Maybe when I'm older. My pleasure.
:) I know, I'm eagerly awaiting a word from the editor who is taking care of my manuscript, but the .. read more:) I know, I'm eagerly awaiting a word from the editor who is taking care of my manuscript, but the Fall is the impression I'm getting for a time of release...needless to say, I'll keep you posted ;) I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that you are book-worthy...you're the best poet I've ever read at your age, and I've read a lot :)
11 Years Ago
Haha, thanks I'm glad you think that. Good, let me know when it's published!
My first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review.
www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..