So Real

[miyako73]

A donkey nursing its erection,
A bird laying its eggs in the air,
A bee spitting out its honey,
A man playing a wooden guitar
Of a thousand strands of hair,
A woman with a broken instrument
Squeezing her breasts for music,
A baby fiddling his toes
While giggling the sound of flute,
A flower turning into glass,
A bush bearing fruits of gold,
A grass wounding passersby--
I watched than listened
As I melted into chunks,
Into nails and bones,
Into bloodless pieces,
Then into visible notes
I could no longer hum.

[Delta40]

Yesterday I struggled with the fact that everything I did and saw was mysteriously interconnected and had a relevant meaning which meant there was potential in everything from a creative point of view, which of course nearly drove me crazy. When I read this poem, it's the same. Each line is connected to the next which carries relevance forward in motion till ultimately there is no longer a voice that can express it.

[Twota]

I love it. :D

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

Just letting you know:


Please consider the fact that sometimes this can be a *very* busy section of the forums.

Everybody wants their poems read.

To be fair to others, if you are going to post more than one of your poems on the same day post them in the same thread.

Do not start a *new* thread for every single poem. It is not fair to others who also want their poems read.

This allows others who are also sharing their poetry to be seen and read as well, instead of getting bumped off the first page of threads because someone has posted numerous single poem/threads which, in excess, is called flooding and against the forum rules.

When you do post a new poem to your thread, it automatically 'bumps' it to the top of the list, which is ok to do.

[miyako73]

Thank you.

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

You're welcome. :)

[miyako73]

Yesterday I struggled with the fact that everything I did and saw was mysteriously interconnected and had a relevant meaning which meant there was potential in everything from a creative point of view, which of course nearly drove me crazy. When I read this poem, it's the same. Each line is connected to the next which carries relevance forward in motion till ultimately there is no longer a voice that can express it.

You perfectly wrote and described my strange whole day experience. The saddest one was the bird nesting above my door that dropped its eggs. The funniest was the porn I watched in mute showing a fat woman playing herself on top of an old piano.

[firefangled]

For me this perfectly describes the journey into the long silence before a poem, expressing something we've seen or thought or heard, can be written.

I think often a writer knows those experiences, when they happen, that will end up in a poem. But reality does seem to devour our senses before we can make art from it, much the way the sea takes the shore then gives it back again.

This is a beautiful poem.

[Delta40]

I think often a writer knows those experiences, when they happen, that will end up in a poem. But reality does seem to devour our senses before we can make art from it, much the way the sea takes the shore then gives it back again.

That perfectly describes my experience firefangled.