Potasium. A poem dedicated to @bananafish / Bananafish - A Story & Poetry Contest!
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I couldn't make the story, but I did write the poem and tried to catch in it the resonance that this team gives me (and the emotion of everything I've learned in their company).
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Potasium
"Be it done," said one by one the flashes in the original magma.
And here's one who came up with the dance,
it was an aquatic fluid of curious tropical color.
Diving to the rhythm of the sidereal explosions.
"Who has come for music today?,"
asked the lesser gods from the shore.
(The great vessel of wind and dust was boiling a secret of liquid gold.)
"It's a great idea of some," they muttered.
"It's a huge mistake," others were anguished.
"It's a haiku that comes cutting the seasons of fire
like a katana goes through a bamboo stalk!,"
said one who peered out at the very edge of the vessel.
"It's the end of a story someone writes
on the way to a summer afternoon as mosquitoes buzz around him!,"
shouted another as he scratched bites on his hands.
"It's a journey through a deserted island in search of a treasure!,"
others thought, but said it sweetly.
"It's someone who wants you to tell them a story," said one girl;
and they all thought it was very reasonable.
But the waves jumped over the edge pregnant with herds,
with their beautiful flamboyant colors,
with the sign of a desire that wanted to be formed
and a fish jumped (or a banana that wanted to be a fish on a perfect day for joy or for loss).
After all maybe it was a banana (a little mischievous and somewhat anthropophagous).
and a fish desire that collided in a chromatic corner of creation.
A banana is as good as a fish,
and it's reasonable for them to get together.
The fish pushes the smell of the sea on an island in the tropics; the banana has potassium.
When the island has a burning sun on the horizon,
there's also a hammock and some coconut palms.
Potassium makes life burst from the depths of the earth.
And that's good
What happens when a desire wants to be formed?
What is a contoured desire in the world of existing forms?
Yes, suddenly we enter into deep thoughts,
But if you look closely, we're swimming,
on the fermented surface of the sea.
Swimming like an entity that has its similarities,
Connections,
but, hey, it unfolds into the orb the differences!
It is the thought of the banana fish that has been gathering on the contour of its form
and that has arisen from the bottom of the vessel not as one,
but as a form of collective intelligence, boiling in poetry,
liquid,
watery,
fluid...
A potassium-enriched lake that flashes at night.
Not every desire can be hunted by a star at the beginning of forms.
Fortune has to be awake on such a night.
There has to be, moreover, a strong will
And love, brother, love!
Don't be afraid of flowers
or the singing of thorns.
One must have the desire for a pirate ship and throw oneself into the sea.
A banana fish jumps over the waves.
It's a fantastic spectacle!
Who can count the number of the banana fish
on the ocean floor?
Who knows which banana fish breaks the syllable on the edge of silence?
Or which is the fatuous fire that deceives the senses?
in the thread of a story sustained on the numerous echo?
It's the spirit of the banana fish that flows...
Great idea,
a complete mistake,
an astonishment illuminated by a lamppost under the mantle of the night.
It is the breath of the banana fish with its fish eyes,
who searches behind the whirlwind of the sea.
"Who came for the music today?,"
asked the lesser gods from the shore.
The great vessel of wind and dust boils;
inside there is a secret of liquid gold.
The banana fish jumps and its golden back,
(a little stained, yes, and overflowing with potassium)
is a promise.
Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre.
Freedom for my country!
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : http://adncabrera.vornix.blog/2019/04/24/potasium-a-poem-dedicated-to-bananafish-bananafish-a-story-poetry-contest/
Oh my, this is such an inspired poem <3 i think it's fair to say you managed a poem, a story, and a song here. Words alive with the leaping spirit of the bananafish, as deep as the ocean we swim in, as beautiful as the array of colors we make. There is reflection and wonder that grows with each read, capturing so many of our values, whilst really conveying that spirit of unfettered freedom we aim for. The repetition of this element:
so much of this really struck a chord with me, what a beautiful way of describing the way we come together to share in the bounty.
Between the vivid and fluidity of imagery here, you have woven so much, and so many of us in here with such skill! <3
I'm glad you liked it. You are, without a doubt, an inspiration and you are also a very beautiful creative spirit. It was a pleasure to write it (and it was fun too!).
Long live @bananafish!
A poem (of long breath, by the way) very creative, playful and sharp, @adncabrera. The friends of @bananafish deserve it. Greetings.
Thank you very much for your appreciation, dear @josemalavem. The dear @bananafish friends deserve all our appreciation, because they are doing an extremely beautiful job, and I, the truth, have had a lot of fun and I have had the opportunity to keep creating with enthusiasm thanks, in large part, to their initiatives.