August Window - November Morning

[~Sophia~]

August Window - November Morning

How odd she thinks. Ghost dacts caught
like handkerchiefs in the holly tree. Unusual
this time of year - an Indian Summer
surrender?

Then slips into her isolation tank
to filter the white noise.

His mouth shooting to 106’ F again because
“CNN spews to the right, Alex Jones leads
with his left, it’s all a conspiracy...”

Mechanically cracking the egg’s skull on the skillet
dispensing organic matter - so much for free range
depressing the four slicer - please don’t butter
your toast corner to corner

and somewhere between his “sh*t, we’re out of creme again
................................................ do we have any Nutella?”
drowns.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I love the sense of this as a complete playlet but couldn't find "dacts" in my online dictionary nor, I think, did I fully grasp what was going on.

[~Sophia~]

I love the sense of this as a complete playlet but couldn't find "dacts" in my online dictionary nor, I think, did I fully grasp what was going on.

Hi PM. The flower of a Ghost Tree also known as a Handkerchief Tree and a Dove Tree is called a dact and while not common in Canada they grow in Vancouver Island's temperate climate.

http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt122/Sophialid/handkerchief_medium.jpg

I'm not sure if you are familiar with isolation tanks also called sensory deprivation tanks but here is a blurb from Wikipedia...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensory_deprivation

An isolation tank is a lightless, soundproof tank in which subjects float in salty water at skin temperature. Isolation tanks were originally called sensory deprivation tanks.

Long term sensory deprivation leads to depression, hallucination etc. So with that knowledge, I hope the poem explains itself.

Thanks for commenting.

[firefangled]

I liked the choices you used to begin this...ghost tree...handkerchiefs...surrender

It is a quite compact story done in a way that I could see all the years of this. After that I could also welcome an extended stay in the brine, one sensory deprivation for another.

[Virgil]

Very original Sophia. I should have read the rest of the thread before I started searching for the definition of "dacts." ;) I'm not sure I get the meaning of it all but it sounds like a solid poem. I was really captured by the first paragraph:

How odd she thinks. Ghost dacts caught
like handkerchiefs in the holly tree. Unusual
this time of year - an Indian Summer
surrender?

The only qualm I have, and I'm not sure if it has any merit, but the movement from the first stanza to the last seems abrupt, or perhaps more accurately stated, not filled in. Of course that's hard for me to defend since I can't claim to really understand it :D but the sound of it sounds like it's missing something. It just seems like this poem can be much longer or needs to be much longer. Again I don't know if that's a legitimate criticism. Take it for what it's worth.

Just a side note: CNN spews to the right? :lol: Not around here.

[~Sophia~]

I liked the choices you used to begin this...ghost tree...handkerchiefs...surrender

It is a quite compact story done in a way that I could see all the years of this. After that I could also welcome an extended stay in the brine, one sensory deprivation for another.

Exactly! Thanks firefangled. (ps...I should be done with the tank any day now, you’re nexthttp://www.websmileys.com/sm/aliens/alieneyesa.gif)

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Very original Sophia. I should have read the rest of the thread before I started searching for the definition of "dacts." ;) I'm not sure I get the meaning of it all but it sounds like a solid poem. I was really captured by the first paragraph:


The only qualm I have, and I'm not sure if it has any merit, but the movement from the first stanza to the last seems abrupt, or perhaps more accurately stated, not filled in. Of course that's hard for me to defend since I can't claim to really understand it :D but the sound of it sounds like it's missing something. It just seems like this poem can be much longer or needs to be much longer. Again I don't know if that's a legitimate criticism. Take it for what it's worth.

Just a side note: CNN spews to the right? :lol: Not around here.

Hi Virgil: Glad you like the first stanza and of course your comment is legitimate and much appreciated. I’m just not sure how long I can drag out the boredom of the same ol same ol day in and day out and keep it interesting. http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/114.gif

The first stanza is a hallucination tying back to the title. It’s November but she’s looking out the window at an August scene. You would never find Ghost dacts that late in the year.

She’s been in this mundane relationship for so long she goes through her day like a robot, only surviving by living in her own head space (isolation tank) that filters out his whining and complaining about pretty well everything (including CNN LOL).
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/aliens/abduct.gif

Thanks for reading!