adaqas [Day 64]
adaqas
More an interlude
than a conclusion,
I fall through an evening of soapsuds,
cherry-blossom thoughts, and warm light.
Hidden to my other faces,
softly self-monitoring by the orange flux
my flesh is cleaned off
its bones.
More a hesitation
than a doubt,
Stigmatic chasm opening not from wrists
but my entire chest-cavern split—
Spilling honey in the grove,
splintered whimsy on a skewer.
More a mural
than a sketch
exhaled across indigo.
More an etude
than an epic:
elegant, and exact.
More a draft
than a pamphlet—
tenuous lips of gold.
More a dance
than a play,
more a query than a scroll.
Poetry
Written by
@d-pend on 5/8/18
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Photography by
Somadjinn
.1 — "Vibrant Wood Decay"
2 — "Ice Forest Waterfall"
3 — "Vibrant Wood Cracks"
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a day after quitting all sound
A dead Quasimodo already stinking
a day after quick awkward sleep
a dog ate quesadillas and sausage
After doing absolutely questionable antiquated stupidities
a day after quick awesome sleep
a day after quick awkward sex
absolutely dull afternoon Q-tip art sale
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Regards, appreciated @ d-pend. I feel a kind of dramatic entertainment is present in this work. The dance with the words plays like a masquerade in different scenarios.
Each stanza revolves around an idea that shapes the same undecided but friendly feeling. Ending with a declaration of commitment to pluralism with a conciliatory spirit.
More an interlude
than a conclusion
oh yes...
it's just description of life and relationships of people
most of them don't see the depth and essence of things and other people
just surface, just interlude..
More a hesitation
than a doubt,
Stigmatic chasm opening not from wrists
but my entire chest-cavern split—
Spilling honey in the grove,
splintered whimsy on a skewer.
Wonderful and powerful imagery. A qaadas is a kind of trout, I believe. This poem is written from the perspective of perhaps your dinner, cooked on a wooden plank:) Sacrificed so another might live ... the thought echoes of this particular trout are beautiful.
I really love this one man. What is adaqas?
Thanks!
A day, a question, a song.
@samvan
the same question;)
Maybe the agronym stand´s for a sleeping devil, maybe vot! I like your poetry and Ilike your photos! Very talanted!
last photo is seems to like a barmuda traingle
Very interesting so beautifully written and very nice work : )
Happy words
She made me smile and be happy
Thank you for sharing
Hi d-pend, I just have a problem with my laptop which will not allow me to post my poetry link for the 100 days of poetry challange on discord for a while, please bear with me for some time. Wonderful poetry by the way.