This story, I’m walking deep in the moors where even the deer become lost and die of starvation | This story is an aubade for trilobites their message in a bottle washed ashore for lovers and horseshoe crabs | |
In this story, turkey vultures huddle in their cage of wind and thicket | In this story, my hair blows at right angles to my mind | |
In this story, you are at home, still asleep | In this story, you are too long gone from our bed. Trilobites evolve when they are not observed. | |
Hello muse | On s’amuse boucoup | |
The trilobite has crept from your poem into mine | You are welcome to it they smell of the sea, love, and dreams | |
triple bites the hand that needs you | ||
let the caged ragged tagged age old dream split the difference, split the tongue let this old bird sing | ||
do vultures sing? grunts, hisses, bill clacks | ||
we are tasted savored and favored and rawhide chewed softened to undo you | ||
your hair illuminated smooth-a-nated dark-o-rama dark as Rama bury buried buries my eyes and nose and ellipsis of scent of sense | ||
cat got your tongue? | ||
yes it wags, it shakes, it gets carried away, a limp mouse in grey fur | ||
“A man’s character is his fate” | “Nature likes to hide herself” |
Literally … quite literally, my mouth is hanging open…and now it is so dry I must take a sip of wine. Really unbelievable this poem. and I love it.
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PS, had to Google trilobites …. ugh.
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Yes, but it is such a fun word to say!
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“your hair
illuminated
smooth-a-nated
dark-o-rama dark as Rama
bury buried buries
my eyes and nose and
ellipsis
of scent
of sense”
That is gorgeous.
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Thank you!
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I love the double meaning in this:
“Nature likes to hide herself”
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“The trilobite has crept from your poem into mine”… Wow what a line! This whole poem is writing at it’s finest! Spectacular Qbit!!
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Thank you! Once a trliobite is loose, anything could happen…
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Completely fascinating.
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Glad you gave it a shot.
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Probably as a compensation for hating giant tree roaches, trilobites fascinated me back in the days of natural history museums and plaster dinosaurs. And those last lines just brimmed with image.
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Yes, same here. I found them so interesting. Thank you!
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I came back to this poem after reading it — or attempting to read it — too late and after wine. You reformatted it, I think. Or my laptop, or my headtop glitched. Anyway… what they said. I sense the free flowing stream of (semi)consciousness creating, sculpting, painting… and that damned trilobite earworming its way through to the other side (cue The Doors).
Good stuff, Randall! (as always) 😛
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Thank you! Gee, I thought it would have been *best* with wine, LOLOL! Yes, I changed the formatting from columns/verse to table. I found that the columns only worked if viewed on a browser. On a phone or tablet it only showed one column at a time. But then I had to give up some of the indentation. Oh well. Thanks for stopping by, and leaving a fossil on Morrison’s grave. Or something like that!
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The formatting is like a collage unto itself – great mirror image of the artwork. Reading this in multiple directions is like unlocking a puzzle only to discover there are more puzzles.
The section that grabbed my attention is “we are tasted | savored and |favored and |
rawhide chewed |softened |to undo you”
This feel like the center of the wheel, no matter which way it turns. Glad the muse showed up!
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Thank you! Collage seemed like the order of the day.
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There is an odd little store next to a restaurant that we went to last week… sells fossils and stuff.
There was a huge wall poster of trilobites on the wall. I think they reached out to you and your muse. 😉
Sometimes going with the flow… well lava takes over.
You’ve etched your own fossils of letters on the page to last into infinity. 🙂
New word for me; aubade – thanks.
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Thank you! Yes, trilobites are on the loose everywhere. Sometimes the lava turns them into fossils, sometimes they learn to surf.
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I remember reading somewhere about the things… (I’m not sure what you actually call them)… that clean your eyelashes when you sleep. They remind me of trilobites when magnified. 🙂
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Woah! Yes. That would have been great to put in the poem. I might borrow that at some point!
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ohh… I found out what they are:
Also known as demodex, each mite has four pairs of legs that make it easy to grip tube-shaped things — like your lashes. You can’t see eyelash mites because they’re only about a third of a millimeter long and see-through. All they want is to eat some dead skin cells and a bit of the oil that comes along with them.
Fun to research stuff when the ‘web’ is at your finger tips. I say ‘Go for it!’
I was poking around more an figured out why you stuck in horseshoe crabs… and these tid bits:
Trilobites are Arthropods. They look like little hard shelled insects, and are often nicknamed “bugs” by fossil collectors, but they are not related to insects. Trilobites are an extinct clade of Arthropods (like crustaceans).
Mites are not insects; they are more closely related to ticks and spiders. Most mites are visible to the unaided eye and usually measure 1⁄8 inch or less in length.
While trilobites were, in fact, arthropods, the creatures appear to have been more closely akin to crustaceans and/or chelicerates (i.e. arachnids and horseshoe crabs) than insects.
So full circle the mites are related to Trilobites! 🕷
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That’s amazing!
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Ah, I’ve been here and evolved. 🙂
Something always happens when one isn’t looking.
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What’s not to understand?
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😀
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So clever – “triple bites the hand that needs you.” “Let this old bird sing.” And sing you did. I love “in this story” with all of its possibilities. Ths was a wonderful read! So original.
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Thank you!
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Brilliant!
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I’m not sure I understand it all. I’m not sure I need to. I feel this as an affectionate dialogue between to intimates. I really like the blocked formatting also. Nicely done!
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I’m glad that came through.
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to = two
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In this story, the mind twists and turn with each word, tidbits of thoughts through an amazing labyrinth.
In this story, my hair
blows at right angles to my mind
What happens if you do a 180 or 360? Does it change point of view?
Interesting read….
makes me want to go a fossil dig…lol
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A fossil dig, yes!
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. . . and I have not forgotten that “a bird in the hand is . . .”
I would call this a nice soliloquy about the merits of picking up bottles by the sea.
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Yes. Or horseshoe crab shells. Turkey vultures were picking at the dead deer, shooed them away.
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Just looking at this poem is art, then reading it I was pulled into the world of your words. “triple bites
the hand that needs you” Love that line. Who would have thought a trilobite would carry you to such exquisite poetry. Thank you for giving your voice to my art.
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Thank you for giving your art to my voice!!
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Trilobites receive far too few aubades, imo. You have done something to remedy that, and trilobites everywhere are the better for it.
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Right??? Don’t trilobites deserve soft songs of love, promises from their lovers who leave them at dawn? I think trilobites have been an under-served population for love songs, and I for one aim to do something about it, dammit!
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Welcome back! This — and you, on another fine November day.
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Mind blown.
That is all.
Oh, and: please loan me yours.
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🙂
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This is simply marvellous!! So many amazing images and thoughts. And such an interesting structure. Brilliant.
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Thanks!
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Hey, BTW. Would love for you to join us in our weekly word lists on Fireblossom’s blog: http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/ Small group of us, but some really crackerjack writers (like you!) Would be great to have your voice there.
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Oh thanks! Always looking for new inspiration. Would love to join in.
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I loved it then, love it still … a gameboard ~ for eternity.
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“Let this old bird sing.” Everything about this poem is wonderful. Brilliant.
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Wonderful stuff Q!
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Thanks Rob! We’ve had a good run here.
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Love the way this feels a little like a game/game show in which the verses are both reward and enigma.
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Hollywood Obliques or such. Maybe “What’s My Line” LOL 😂
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I could read this again and again and find another gem within it Qbit! Magnificent in it’s delicate excavation of the art of words and poetry! The formation adds to the wonder if it all my friend!
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Thank you. Will miss all of this so much.
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