Burn up my verse!
Burn up my verse!
original poetryMy slipshod verse:
Hurl it in the center
Of the eager earth's furnace.
My insymphonic lyrics
Are the detritus of autumn.
Let them lie in stolidity
'Til spring to rot
Under winter's thumb.
Give me life
Via art's entombment,
Read the desperation in
The smokescreen of my words
& dissipate it with your
Compassioning prescence.
Render me ageless
By the churning of
The axle of belief
Until inversion
Becomes my
Salve.
Paint me as a metallic dragonfly
On your stained-glass chapel;
Invoke me in the pyrotechnics
Of your daydream.
In the contemplation
Of my abscence glean not sorrow,
But purest joy in the sublimation
Of my false form.
Gone is my song,
Silent my verse.
Mute now my pen,
Love, my heart's hearse.
Fantastic!
Have you read Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson? I immediately thought of his opening as I read your verse:
Wow!! No I haven't, but that is really cool stuff! Thanks for posting it :D
The love of a dead heart has a spirit, the soul comes from the burning words of constraints. Verses cause the thunder of complex forms of the abstract mind, it's all simple if you read poetry with your heart . Thank you @d-pend
I wonder what inspires you @d-pend? Some of my stuff just pops into my head, POOF! an entire line just arrives like eager passengers making another stop on life's great train.
(That last line came in like that and just felt right)
You know what I mean?
The rest have to be molded from fresh clay - bit by bit - like building a solid home from the foundation up...
Very true! In my experience, the source of inspiration has as many hues as there are moods! Or you could say inspiration has as many faces as there are phases of living that we pass through.
I think it's what keeps my love of writing growing more and more: it's always different, and I enjoy tediously building verses just as much as the flowing phrases that come spontaneously!
Love it! I have always been an avid lover of poetry. I write as well. I am trying to get back into it. It has been many years...I could feel the depth and invoking of emotion in this. My favorite lines "Render me ageless By the churning of The axle of belief Until inversion Becomes my Salve."
Hi @rachael87, I'm grateful for your comment! I was in your position about 5 months ago when I decided to try writing/posting one poem every day. It had been a couple of years since I'd been writing poetry, so I felt really rusty. But Steemit has been the perfect outlet for me to share the journey and hold myself accountable to keep practicing.
That's really cool that you liked that line, as I thought it was one of the more obscure/difficult of the piece. Anyway, if you end up starting to write again and decide to post anything on here, feel free to drop a comment with a link and I'd love to read your stuff. Have a great day and thanks for stopping by!
I posted my first poem on my blog.
Wow awesome and surpassing rhythm here, the lines are rich with ideas, the poem in general is energetic,and i loved the calmness you depict while writing.
::bows deeply::
Like an ether bullet deep in the gut.
I love that. Thank you @mamadini!!!
Sad and beautiful poetry, remind that ahead of a long winter.
Winter's always been my favorite time of year. Thanks @magnata :)
Wow..and you have burned my heart to ashes..good work @d-pend ..followed
Haha thank you @mcsamm...
Welcome
Beautiful & touching. Resteemed
Thanks very much for the support and glad you liked it!
Quite the song, great work