Wednesday, October 24, 2007

trapezoid of rigid austere--3WW



Care
Unexpected
Weekend

when the calm signals an imminent blister,
gravity is inverted; celestial care is set into
motion of exploded vision.

transition is noshed by winds trailing
the acme of pier feeling the order
of unexpected clotted cluster.

mundane weekend matters mean nothing
in the trapezoid of rigid austere. clouds
quarantine vestiges of man,

balling it up into meteors of universal
empathy. quagmires are formed where
extraterrestrials weep with

syncopated whinge, praying to the winds
of pendulum not to blow away the poise
man has learnt to know as qualm.

24 comments:

Truefaith1963 said...

I love this! What a mouthful - unexpected clotted cluster. Excellent.

paisley said...

wow.. i know that one has to be a masterpiece as it flew right the f*ck over my head!!!!!

you are something else.. i would love to be inside your head for just one day!!!!

sage said...

very nice--as always--you got this one up early! I just want a calm, unexpected weekend! :)

charles said...

hmmmmmmmm, a great post, gautami!! the way the phrases fall off my tongue....nice.

happy 3WW.

-charles

Herb Urban said...

Wonderful phrasing. I am still wrestling with its full meaning. When it hits me, I will feel foolish for not understanding sooner.

Ghost Particle said...

a SF poem! ...or atleast I felt it like that. It has the epic feeling to it.

pia said...

It feels as the world is now--unpredictable and scary

Jo said...

Wow.

Paul said...

Complicated but hopeful -

Kate said...

lol I think I am with Paisley on this one! It went a bit over my head... it also made me wonder what sort of mood you were in today while writing this!?!?!

Christy said...

Wow, this one left me speechless.

Christy

~Kathryn~ said...

i am - as always - amazed by your use of words to create imagery - this one was deep for me to even comprehend. I love the way you write

Shephard said...

Syncopated whinge, praying to the winds...

I love it!
~S

Christine said...

It sounds like a sci fi scenario, of blisters, inverted gravity, so many interesting images.

UL said...

What a beauty! Thank you for sharing.

A Tag Along Traveler said...

This has such a harsh inevitable feel to it...your words painted the image beautifully.

TC said...

mundane weekend matters mean nothing

I wish that was the way it was in my world...

But I'm going to be honest and say that Paisley said it best: in general, this was wayyyy over my head.

tumblewords said...

That must have been fun to write - has some really cool quantum words!

Gillian @ Indigo Blue said...

Brill!
Loved it.
xoox
Gillian

Bone said...

I'm not sure I completely grasped this. I had to look up about three words. It reads beautifully, though.

LittleWing said...

...and after six days he rested...i like it..renee

Michelle Johnson said...

Your poem is beautiful, as always, Gautami. I enjoyed your wording so well. You convey a strong image here of man/ space. At least that is what I felt. Hope I wasn't wrong.

Have a nice night.
Michelle

Marie said...

Oh you master of language.

I always come here to visit when I have a poetry craving...you never disappoint...and always leave me wanting more.

writerwoman said...

Love this line
mundane weekend matters mean nothing
in the trapezoid of rigid austere