“I’m unsure if all of me returned”
– Jim Harrison (Day Eleven – 28 Days of Unreason)
Like a broken clock
Even a poet can be right
Twice a day.
Once at the hour of felony,
When our eyes are hunted
And our sins sharp.
Once at the instant when vertigo
Pitches over the horizon
And we are too dizzy to pray.
Don’t look down or you will see
All the words lost along the way,
Strewn like shavings on the floor.
We jiggle truth
To shake some loose,
So take what you can carry.
Are you kidding me with this?! Unbelievably good, man. The second and third stanzas? Phenomenal. Wow. I am totally blown away by this.
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Thanks so much!!!
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You need to know how much that helps to encourage me!
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Those last two stanzas are amazingly Harrisonesque… yet, they are totally your own voice. You wrestle well between the prompt and your own themes, ghosts, whimsies. Fun stuff to read!
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Thanks. Agreed, they seemed like they fit his ethos. As you said, trying to find that space where it was me but acknowledge that I started with him.
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I think you’re doing that well!
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Like you said, he seems to create that exact space. Amazing.
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So, I linked one of your earlier poems in my post (shout-outs) for today & Open Link and now I think I should change it to this one. (Hopefully you are posting this one there tonight.) Amazing poetry! From that strictly analytical position, the opening line(s) of the poem gives us an inaccruate sense of where you actually go – excellent!! Additionally, the last line draws in the title which is like a marketing technique; your reader is taken back to the top. I love that! Enjoying how you are wrestling with the Harrison words and taking them to the mat every time.
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Thank you so much! Particularly for these challenges of yours, which have been very productive for me (both the July challenge and this one). I did just post in OLN, thanks for reminding me!!
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Cool!
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We’ve all been having a blast. Does the RW intrude in a few weeks when school starts for you?
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I am determined to prevent that from happening, but I know how the first few weeks can be. My goal is to hit dVerse at least once a week (maybe more) and dive into the Casting Bricks Challenge. As far as personal writing time – well, coffee is essential.
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I really enjoyed this. There’s a definite break after the third stanza, almost as if you’ve brought two poems together here, but it’s a good balance.I agree with S about the power in the second and third stanzas.
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Thank you. Yes, definitely a shift after the third stanza. Not two poems, but many false starts after the first stanzas were written and the last stanzas were the least terrible of those. I decided though that I could try and bend everything back into a more unified vision, but would probably wreck the whole thing in the process. After letting it sit a while, it started to actually seem interesting this way.
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It totally works. Definitely a piece to be proud of.
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I think I may just found my new interesting poet to read.
A triumphant write and brilliantly well crafted and written poetic form.
This is my kind of poetry to read…you nailed it. 🙂
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Thank you so much!!
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You are welcome my friend.
P.S Hope you stop by my page and read my new poem. You’ll laugh hard. Trust me. 🙂
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Ahahaha, yes, you were right!
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hahahaha!!! Told you so. 🙂
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Being a poet can be tedious and messy. We swirl through words like a tornado, and most are strewn for miles around. Your last lines are especially unforgettable. Truth jiggling is a lost art! 😀
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Sorry! I got caught in my other blog.
-Poet Rummager
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Thanks!!
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…words lost like shavings on the floor”…. I like that analogy. Great write!
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Thank you!
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I liked the last stanza shaking truth so some will loosen and it can be carried away.
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Thanks!
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So are we doomed if we must wait for felony or vertigo to live out our convictions? We may have blood on our hands or vomit on our chin but at least we’re being honest! Phenomenal write.
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Thank you so much!
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“…All the words lost along the way…” Love the shavings simile. Count me as a fan!
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Thank you so much!
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Oh , I enjoyed this poem! From the truth of the opening stanza, to the sharp sins and the words ‘strewn like shavings on the floor.’. I particularly loved the lines:
‘…at the instant when vertigo
Pitches over the horizon
And we are too dizzy to pray’;
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Thank you! Much appreciated. Some days when I search around among those shavings I get super lucky! BTW, I know you like Haiku, you might enjoy a few recent ones like this one: https://qbit.blog/2017/07/28/haiku-rattling-leaves I work hard to be a bit subtle and thought provoking.
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I’ll be over to have a read later.
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Yes, I liked it very much!
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Beautifully emotive..!
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Yes, this does seem to veer off in different directions…just like our minds when trying to convey just the right concept. Love those last two verses especially…excellent!
Gayle ~
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Thank you!
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Interesting write and one that leaves me with many a thing to ponder. I’ll be back here for sure.
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Thanks!
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You are welcome.
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Clever hook, nice surprises in the body, (I especially liked that second stanza), and a strong final line. This poem has it all!
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Thanks!
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