Yeah, that one was definitely different for me. It seems I'm starting to tilt towards the narrative, the flow prose.... there is enough beat and rhythm in there to satisfy but I wonder....
does it hold? what do you guys think?
not to say I don't like it, I do.... it is a lovely child...
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
we looked for it
we examined it from a far
we measured its existence by thumb and forefinger
eyeing through an encircled hand
we pondered its creation, its construction
was it even cheese? we wondered
we threw stones at its image, drew blood in its gaze
heiroglyphics and archaic symmetry based upon its age
arrows fletched and bows hewn
wars, religions, massive south american constructs spawned
all dedicated to the moon
galileo wrapped some glass in some leather
then brass and copper
he was executed for his observations
and then martyred centuries later
we polished glass in larger and larger aspherical forms
bringing us closer and closer
yet still from a far
the textures were maddening in their circumspect and
inability to communicate the secrets so assuredly hidden there
we discovered the silent flight of hot air
the rotary propeller and the flap
the jet engine and the speed of sound
the rocket engine and its ability to finally take us far enough
yea we throw ourselves at the moon in hopes that angels will catch us
in hopes that perhaps it really IS a god who eats the moon during an eclipse in an effort of metagastroentestinal cleansing
in hopes that there is something out there that may show us... other
the moon.
that one isn't so much a poem as it just what was on my mind now... i haven't thought so much about the moon since i used to watch the shuttles launch at night from cape canaveral.... i remember watching the challenger explode and rain debris on my city for weeks and thinking my dreams had died.
i remember watching images of another shuttle break apart on television and think to myself... the future of man is balked again. Two crews of seven dreamers now a part of that which they loved so much.
The future to me is a mass of pathways. I am of the opinion that regardless the way we choose, the path is always linear, as if we truly had no choice at all really.
I am thinking about this alot and wondering what I am to do. I look to the moon... and she is kind to me but she gives no answer. Not the slightest hint.
I used to feel as though I had something in touch with the future, something beyond a vague hint of more... I don't know what happened to that feeling, perhaps it is given only to the children of any given age and, being careless enough to grow up, we lose it as we grow older.
Deja vu... perhaps the remnants of the previous turn on this particular wheel.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
yeah, I saw the Challenger blow up on television, an image that still haunts me to this day....
The moon, she does not give me purpose or answers, either....however, I still feel a sense of mystery and wonder when I look at the moon. The feeling is not nearly as strong as it was in childhood, but it is still there.... especially during the harvest moon, when it looms large on the horizon...
the moons image always seems haunting to me.....cold........chilling......dark.........but in a odd way comforting....like the basement in my house...........exept no spiders on the moon so thats a plus
Originally posted by setaside2 spiders I generally don't have issues with (possibly excepting the brown recluse)...
my phobia: overboard at sea and left to die no raft no boat... shark bait.
<shivers>
no thanks.
Shark bait....that is horrible.
Spiders....you would think that I would have "gotten used" to them by now, having grown up in the country. I just can't shake it. I've gotten to the point where I can deal with the real little ones. Anything bigger than a quarter and I'm in full blown phobia mode (shaking, dizzy, sick, ect.).
I used to dream of living in New Orleans. I have some friends who live there...lovely city. But the spiders in Louisiana...bigger than the biggest ones are here, and that's saying something. No thank you.
One of my friends (in New Orleans now) has been bitten 4 TIMES by brown recluses...It would be more merciful to euthanize me, than for me to have to go to the ER for that!
Originally posted by setaside2 yea we throw ourselves at the moon in hopes that angels will catch us
in hopes that perhaps it really IS a god who eats the moon during an eclipse in an effort of metagastroentestinal cleansing
in hopes that there is something out there that may show us... other
the moon.
Gave it another read....
Really a beautiful thought, Seta.
I find myself far more cynical tonight....the pull of the moon, and the high cold places.
____________
Tonight
I will sail unnoticed beneath the moon’s gaze
on a ship with weeping sails,
clamoring for angels to mourn the passing
of my acumen.
The biting riposte of the moon’s gaze strikes my face---
my ego is a harlot.
I will not drink so easily tonight,
bitter moon.
Originally posted by savannah66 Shark bait....that is horrible.
One of my friends (in New Orleans now) has been bitten 4 TIMES by brown recluses...It would be more merciful to euthanize me, than for me to have to go to the ER for that!
I just have this vision of stormy grey waters and me waiting to die. LOL it's just not cool.
man. brown recluse poison never really heals and it's bites go... what's the word... necrotic? quickly. They never truly one hundred percent heal.
ouch.
this day has been brought to you by the letter delta
the number google
and the planetoid called moon.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
went off to be with my pain for awhile, if that makes sense... and while I love the hut, it had stopped feeling like a second home and that saddened me as well.
so I made my way without the light you all gave to me daily. but now I feel the burn again... it's a slow burn but a candle lit is a pilot light of some sort.
missed you coleen.
seta
Song: Moon
Band: dada
Album: Puzzle
The night before the moon died you realized
The flowers that you picked you kept locked away
Never to be seen by a naked lovers eyes
The night before the moon died you realized
The night before the moon died you had your chance to make it right
You never did
Take your car right out of gear
And send it over to the sea
Touch your fingers to that water
And put your hands to your face
The night before the moon died you realized you lost this one man girl
The night before the moon died you had your chance to change your mind
You had your chance to make it right
You had your chance to save your life
You never did
No
You never did
Goodbye
See you round little girl
Seen it all before
Life's been blown away
Finally hit the ground
Goodbye
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Seta
your writing is growing strength to strength.
well done
J
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
i understand. i've been known to go off in order to sort out my heart when it needs it. i've been away as well but never so far away that i'm not lurking about and reading the lovelies when no one is looking.
i'm hoping that you remember fondly your friends from the poetry hut....waiting for you in the great hall of the poetic commune. i still remember and i hope the rest of the allstars remember and smile as well.
Your moons rise and fall
in the heavy breath of sonnets
dipping below a Shakespeare horizon,
and rising to meet the candelabra sunrise
of a new day. Jupiter, your hurricane eye
speaks of pi, and I
swirl in the warm patina of your gloaming,
warm on your moon,
a perfect circle sunrise of burnished green.
I have read your travels from afar
These pages musty and tea stained
Witnessing Saturn's waxing from Titan
Sipping liquid nitrogen in the acid rain
Venus mysterion, the thick and heavy pull of home
The swirling mass of clouds that mention no idea of parting
The static hisses and crackles
A synaptic highway, a road in tone
Your storm, Jupiter, three earth giants wide:
Enough of this tantrum and of proving your worth
Drop the charade, the bitterness, the hate
Give us Io's gifts and Europa's chlorophyllic tide
We circle infinity with enough dark matter to spare
We settle our questions by pointing one way, the distraction,
While the answers remain neon, krypton, helium
A breath upon Neptune's air
Pluto, Mercury, balls of rock
Moons with egos to big to share
One, ages slow of ice and cometous turn;
The other at one moment flared by the sun, cracked and scarred,
Cryogenic before the day is learned,
The both daring to plow their own paths through the celestial cairn
Tempting the fates to be torn asunder by meteoric burn
Mars the small red hope, so like home
The dust storms 30 days fierce seem romantic from afar
The ice belts and evaporation beckoning, enticing, a man's dream of future
One day perhaps a second home for a wayward and lost race of minds
Seeking the healing and sleep provided by the untouched rose and rust blanketed landscape
Away from noise and pride in a land devoid of time
Such a small part of infinity this celestial roam
Such a small part of anything this place that we call home
The sapphire and emeralds of our planetary jewel
Not good enough as we look to the diamonds above and reach to the silver moon
Will we fail, this dream, this travel upon gods highway?
Will we grasp the tail of the comet, lost this sunlit day?
Must we seek so far, are we so lonely
That the love we create at home pales in comparison
To Orion's nebulous cay?
Nay but other galaxies discovered drive man's nomadic needs wild
And he would flee his homes, his lives
Because of his fascinations and dreams as a child
Pray for the six year old in space flight demanding the opened eye
Pray for the sixty year old in space flight and demand the open mind
For every launch and flaming pathway from this planet to the next
I shall fly with them, shouting for joy as the atmosphere gives way
MY dream of weightlessness and flight, so grounded in gravitied sway
Shall be theirs, star upon star, inside the mouth of Ursa Major's cave
With my eyes closed...
I shall wish upon the falling light
And wish a wish with all my might
To take these trappings, this material man
And throw him into the night
And if should die before I waken
My soul so shiveringly and previously taken
Keep it peace
In the ruby gaze and opalescent haze
And the thunderous silence
Of the heaven's darkwaters breaking
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Your moons rise and fall
in the heavy breath of sonnets
dipping below a Shakespeare horizon,
and rising to meet the candelabra sunrise
of a new day. Jupiter, your hurricane eye
speaks of pi, and I
swirl in the warm patina of your gloaming,
warm on your moon,
a perfect circle sunrise of burnished green.
I'm not sure exactly what that means, though I'm sure I'm not using it right.
Anyway, seta... I do apologize. I have this nasty aversion toward large threads. Perhaps it's my ADD. At least everyone else thinks so.
Anyhooters... I slighted B.E. the same way... watched the thread balloon and vowed not to try to follow it. Absolutely nothing to do with my taste for anyone's poetry in general and everything to do with... yup... you guessed it.
ADD. Rules.
Perhaps I'm only slighting myself. But now, after such a long absence... where do I begin? The task is daunting!
But I'm still honored that my opinion is sought after. I WILL PREVAIL!
no no no I should be the one who is embarassed because I remember you telling me that long threads were to be avoided.
But HONESTLY how can you avoid threads as classy and utterly bloated as this one? and how on earth could you slight B.E.? ME, I can understand me. I'm not cute and neither do I spank nearly as well as she does (and lately it seems she's into threesomes so I assume she's getting a lot of practice). So that goes explained. But our dear Alli needs her love. Begone from this thread and away to hers.
LOL
oh, and Cran, check your goddam pm's.
and really, november isn't that bad.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
Lovely, seta
thank you so much
does it hold? what do you guys think?
not to say I don't like it, I do.... it is a lovely child...
nice imagery...
I like the narrative tilt, Seta. Such a nice flow.
we examined it from a far
we measured its existence by thumb and forefinger
eyeing through an encircled hand
we pondered its creation, its construction
was it even cheese? we wondered
we threw stones at its image, drew blood in its gaze
heiroglyphics and archaic symmetry based upon its age
arrows fletched and bows hewn
wars, religions, massive south american constructs spawned
all dedicated to the moon
galileo wrapped some glass in some leather
then brass and copper
he was executed for his observations
and then martyred centuries later
we polished glass in larger and larger aspherical forms
bringing us closer and closer
yet still from a far
the textures were maddening in their circumspect and
inability to communicate the secrets so assuredly hidden there
schmidt-newtonian
schmidt-cassegrain
diffraction
refraction
equatorial push
we discovered the silent flight of hot air
the rotary propeller and the flap
the jet engine and the speed of sound
the rocket engine and its ability to finally take us far enough
yea we throw ourselves at the moon in hopes that angels will catch us
in hopes that perhaps it really IS a god who eats the moon during an eclipse in an effort of metagastroentestinal cleansing
in hopes that there is something out there that may show us... other
the moon.
that one isn't so much a poem as it just what was on my mind now... i haven't thought so much about the moon since i used to watch the shuttles launch at night from cape canaveral.... i remember watching the challenger explode and rain debris on my city for weeks and thinking my dreams had died.
i remember watching images of another shuttle break apart on television and think to myself... the future of man is balked again. Two crews of seven dreamers now a part of that which they loved so much.
The future to me is a mass of pathways. I am of the opinion that regardless the way we choose, the path is always linear, as if we truly had no choice at all really.
I am thinking about this alot and wondering what I am to do. I look to the moon... and she is kind to me but she gives no answer. Not the slightest hint.
I used to feel as though I had something in touch with the future, something beyond a vague hint of more... I don't know what happened to that feeling, perhaps it is given only to the children of any given age and, being careless enough to grow up, we lose it as we grow older.
Deja vu... perhaps the remnants of the previous turn on this particular wheel.
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
The moon, she does not give me purpose or answers, either....however, I still feel a sense of mystery and wonder when I look at the moon. The feeling is not nearly as strong as it was in childhood, but it is still there.... especially during the harvest moon, when it looms large on the horizon...
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
yeah, no spiders on the moon, thank goodness.
my phobia: overboard at sea and left to die no raft no boat... shark bait.
<shivers>
no thanks.
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
Shark bait....that is horrible.
Spiders....you would think that I would have "gotten used" to them by now, having grown up in the country. I just can't shake it. I've gotten to the point where I can deal with the real little ones. Anything bigger than a quarter and I'm in full blown phobia mode (shaking, dizzy, sick, ect.).
I used to dream of living in New Orleans. I have some friends who live there...lovely city. But the spiders in Louisiana...bigger than the biggest ones are here, and that's saying something. No thank you.
One of my friends (in New Orleans now) has been bitten 4 TIMES by brown recluses...It would be more merciful to euthanize me, than for me to have to go to the ER for that!
Amen! (shivers uncontrollably)
Really a beautiful thought, Seta.
I find myself far more cynical tonight....the pull of the moon, and the high cold places.
____________
Tonight
I will sail unnoticed beneath the moon’s gaze
on a ship with weeping sails,
clamoring for angels to mourn the passing
of my acumen.
The biting riposte of the moon’s gaze strikes my face---
my ego is a harlot.
I will not drink so easily tonight,
bitter moon.
I just have this vision of stormy grey waters and me waiting to die. LOL it's just not cool.
man. brown recluse poison never really heals and it's bites go... what's the word... necrotic? quickly. They never truly one hundred percent heal.
ouch.
this day has been brought to you by the letter delta
the number google
and the planetoid called moon.
so I made my way without the light you all gave to me daily. but now I feel the burn again... it's a slow burn but a candle lit is a pilot light of some sort.
missed you coleen.
seta
Song: Moon
Band: dada
Album: Puzzle
The night before the moon died you realized
The flowers that you picked you kept locked away
Never to be seen by a naked lovers eyes
The night before the moon died you realized
The night before the moon died you had your chance to make it right
You never did
Take your car right out of gear
And send it over to the sea
Touch your fingers to that water
And put your hands to your face
The night before the moon died you realized you lost this one man girl
The night before the moon died you had your chance to change your mind
You had your chance to make it right
You had your chance to save your life
You never did
No
You never did
Goodbye
See you round little girl
Seen it all before
Life's been blown away
Finally hit the ground
Goodbye
your writing is growing strength to strength.
well done
J
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
i'm hoping that you remember fondly your friends from the poetry hut....waiting for you in the great hall of the poetic commune. i still remember and i hope the rest of the allstars remember and smile as well.
i saw that from Jupiter
Your moons rise and fall
in the heavy breath of sonnets
dipping below a Shakespeare horizon,
and rising to meet the candelabra sunrise
of a new day. Jupiter, your hurricane eye
speaks of pi, and I
swirl in the warm patina of your gloaming,
warm on your moon,
a perfect circle sunrise of burnished green.
I wish you a most lovely evening.
I have read your travels from afar
These pages musty and tea stained
Witnessing Saturn's waxing from Titan
Sipping liquid nitrogen in the acid rain
Venus mysterion, the thick and heavy pull of home
The swirling mass of clouds that mention no idea of parting
The static hisses and crackles
A synaptic highway, a road in tone
Your storm, Jupiter, three earth giants wide:
Enough of this tantrum and of proving your worth
Drop the charade, the bitterness, the hate
Give us Io's gifts and Europa's chlorophyllic tide
We circle infinity with enough dark matter to spare
We settle our questions by pointing one way, the distraction,
While the answers remain neon, krypton, helium
A breath upon Neptune's air
Pluto, Mercury, balls of rock
Moons with egos to big to share
One, ages slow of ice and cometous turn;
The other at one moment flared by the sun, cracked and scarred,
Cryogenic before the day is learned,
The both daring to plow their own paths through the celestial cairn
Tempting the fates to be torn asunder by meteoric burn
Mars the small red hope, so like home
The dust storms 30 days fierce seem romantic from afar
The ice belts and evaporation beckoning, enticing, a man's dream of future
One day perhaps a second home for a wayward and lost race of minds
Seeking the healing and sleep provided by the untouched rose and rust blanketed landscape
Away from noise and pride in a land devoid of time
Such a small part of infinity this celestial roam
Such a small part of anything this place that we call home
The sapphire and emeralds of our planetary jewel
Not good enough as we look to the diamonds above and reach to the silver moon
Will we fail, this dream, this travel upon gods highway?
Will we grasp the tail of the comet, lost this sunlit day?
Must we seek so far, are we so lonely
That the love we create at home pales in comparison
To Orion's nebulous cay?
Nay but other galaxies discovered drive man's nomadic needs wild
And he would flee his homes, his lives
Because of his fascinations and dreams as a child
Pray for the six year old in space flight demanding the opened eye
Pray for the sixty year old in space flight and demand the open mind
For every launch and flaming pathway from this planet to the next
I shall fly with them, shouting for joy as the atmosphere gives way
MY dream of weightlessness and flight, so grounded in gravitied sway
Shall be theirs, star upon star, inside the mouth of Ursa Major's cave
With my eyes closed...
I shall wish upon the falling light
And wish a wish with all my might
To take these trappings, this material man
And throw him into the night
And if should die before I waken
My soul so shiveringly and previously taken
Keep it peace
In the ruby gaze and opalescent haze
And the thunderous silence
Of the heaven's darkwaters breaking
is this for me?????
you are prolific these days... i look forward to being able to read this lata
lata gata
yes
i said box
and I don't know what is causing all this but I am not arguing with the flow
not one bit
seta
thanks for reading. all of you.
I'm not sure exactly what that means, though I'm sure I'm not using it right.
Anyway, seta... I do apologize. I have this nasty aversion toward large threads. Perhaps it's my ADD. At least everyone else thinks so.
Anyhooters... I slighted B.E. the same way... watched the thread balloon and vowed not to try to follow it. Absolutely nothing to do with my taste for anyone's poetry in general and everything to do with... yup... you guessed it.
ADD. Rules.
Perhaps I'm only slighting myself. But now, after such a long absence... where do I begin? The task is daunting!
But I'm still honored that my opinion is sought after. I WILL PREVAIL!
er...
Man... now I feel ashamed! That's my last post in here... from November... on page 10.
::embarassed::
ON TO READING!
But HONESTLY how can you avoid threads as classy and utterly bloated as this one? and how on earth could you slight B.E.? ME, I can understand me. I'm not cute and neither do I spank nearly as well as she does (and lately it seems she's into threesomes so I assume she's getting a lot of practice). So that goes explained. But our dear Alli needs her love. Begone from this thread and away to hers.
LOL
oh, and Cran, check your goddam pm's.
and really, november isn't that bad.