Coming to terms with the limited helpfulness of this poem [Day 9]
Coming to terms with
the limited helpfulness of this poem
.original poetry & images.
If only this poem
Could wash my dishes
Instead of giving me
A grim tattoo.
A barcode
For a product
In the estimation
Of corporate hierophants
Ecstatic with the fumes of profits
The girders of their meeting rooms
Are my dendrites & invisible sighs,
And also, my "laugh-until-I-cries."
If only this poem
Could make me two-dimensional
Instead of a rollicking paper plane.
Then I would become the glitched avatar
Seen by compatriots & travelers
(Fickle image - crazed minotaur
and a bolt of silk tumbling,
Tumbling, down the stairs
Of this insubordinate
Beast poem & daughter
To the carrot light
Of dusk.)
If only this poem
Would say what it really feels
Instead of allowing me
To check it out from the library
And magnify feverishly the margin notes
Scribbled by some poor soul come before:
To come to nothing wholly tangible
But the enjoyment of the tenuous
And the willingness
To wash my own dishes.
Written by
@d-pend
3/15/18
.Photos taken with
iPhone 5 & edited.
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Welcome to Writer's Block 101: finding inspiration in the christ figure painted in grease on your dirty plates with your host, Dan-Pen!
and, more seriously, enjoyed seeing your more literal channeling of the mundane into the poetic, a nice extension of what you've advocated a few times in class now in relation to having difficulty finding inspiration.
I had an audible laugh escape me at these lines:
The push and pull of the esoteric, mythic and sacred next to the corporate and status quo was very interesting, maybe more so because it was framed by the now told story of the unwashed dishes - hoping that your bolt of silk lent you a silver string to find your way back.
Alas, a poem is only ever just a poem, despite how invincible and adrenalised we may feel in the process of constructing it. "Corporate hierophants" is a great phrase, and also a new word to add to my vocabulary, for which I thank you.
I love the variation in your poetry @d-pend. This is what motivates me to write and go beyond my limit. This poem contains some themes I have been dealing with and I am glad you have not sold out.
In one word, "The Word became flesh..."
Thanks for showing proof of work (dish sponge) LOL.
The slanting appearance with the zig zag like pattern to this beautiful rendition, it's not teretestial, there is a touch of magic here
I'm still gullping
My first expression should be "Grandeur!" But that would be a statement of obvious facts.
The simplicity of the poem is balanced by its deep down meaning.
@d-pend has captured, in quite a secretive manner, details of a thinking mind.
The uniqueness of the poem is evident when one has to sit and wonder why we bother "Coming to terms with the limited helpfulness of this poem"
And all through my munching of this literary delicacy no words got me hungry for more like these :
This is a poem!
Indeed, if only poems would wash the dishes
than this poetess, would be granted her dearest wish
swish, swish, swish
Say those lines out loud ... I'm telling you, it is a lot of fun:)
A very relatable write from my point of view. I enjoyed muchly.
Dawg ur still using those same dish sponges? Is that a mama-pend fave? Haha I liked this post a lot. I’ll bust out my dictionary later to figure out more of what it’s saying. One love irie kitch monster
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I love the way this poem is been patterned.
#steemitschool, we win together
100% upvote for the smiley sponge! :)