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.
22 comments:
I love this! What a mouthful - unexpected clotted cluster. Excellent.
very nice--as always--you got this one up early! I just want a calm, unexpected weekend! :)
hmmmmmmmm, a great post, gautami!! the way the phrases fall off my tongue....nice.
happy 3WW.
-charles
Wonderful phrasing. I am still wrestling with its full meaning. When it hits me, I will feel foolish for not understanding sooner.
a SF poem! ...or atleast I felt it like that. It has the epic feeling to it.
It feels as the world is now--unpredictable and scary
Complicated but hopeful -
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!?!?!
Wow, this one left me speechless.
Christy
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
Syncopated whinge, praying to the winds...
I love it!
~S
It sounds like a sci fi scenario, of blisters, inverted gravity, so many interesting images.
What a beauty! Thank you for sharing.
This has such a harsh inevitable feel to it...your words painted the image beautifully.
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.
That must have been fun to write - has some really cool quantum words!
Brill!
Loved it.
xoox
Gillian
I'm not sure I completely grasped this. I had to look up about three words. It reads beautifully, though.
...and after six days he rested...i like it..renee
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
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.
Love this line
mundane weekend matters mean nothing
in the trapezoid of rigid austere
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