Casting the Runes
You ask but how can I explain?
The truth and beauty; neither parse.
What hides itself in a sea of pain,
I ask, but how can you explain?
Not every fish is for the seine.
The drama flops when played as farce.
We tell our own but can’t explain
the Truth. And beauty doesn’t parse.
April 2011
I've taken a bit of liberty with the triolet form here and let the runes fall where they may.
Posted for Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's
'Twas in Keats' "Ode To A Grecian Urn" that we got the poetic saw "Beauty is truth; truth beauty." "Neither parse," as you say, A middle vision, wiggly and fleet, escaping the seine we try to catch it in. Heraclitus sd."nature loves to hide," and so does the truth inside our pain; it does make the fishing and the dowsing in our verses difficult, maddening, lifelong, and fun. And good, as this poem-- sleek, fit for every attention-challenged creel -- great. As Keats finished "Grecian Ode," "that is all/Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." Ditto this. (Great pic, the poeta at work in her kettle-kitchenette.) - Brendan
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures. You find some great ones for your poems.
ReplyDeletedarn the rules...i am all for breaking them...you are out the gate early this morning...mmm...hmm...bad news from the fortune teller...now a good thing...
ReplyDeleteRunes, farce, slippery fish, drama, Where are we all headed?
ReplyDeleteTo a stellor 55 Hedgewitch!!
Love the mood, and the setting, and your Elizabethan mind.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
"neither parse" to me that's the key to your 55, which comes back at the end to show when that does happen, even syntactically, it creates an awkwardness, literally.
ReplyDeleteTo tell the truth, but can't explain. I always love what you do.
ReplyDeleteThe runes fell beautifully, hedgewitch.
ReplyDeleteOh this is wonderful, and perfect. Says so much, so succinctly.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty doesn't parse. Yeah. Well said.
ReplyDelete- Alice
Our truths are only as we see them, so are they really truths?
ReplyDeleteHey Hedgewitch! Did you and Gypsy witch meet while fishing on the seine?
ReplyDeleteMy friend's old email address included geba rune. She ran off with the gardener and I hear they are very happy in Spain parsing the whispers of paperwhites.
xoxo
Joy, Nice triolet, and I own those cards. A gift from a friend in the states. Ironic, no?
ReplyDeletePamela
^^^That's neat that Pamela has the witch cards. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is a nifty little piece, my friend, and I especially like the rhymes.
your a brilliant wordsmith, indeed..truth or beauty, I oft wonder which is more a lie... as an aside, I found the label most interesting, esp. old nun and angels.. wonderful 55~
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this a lot. Fun, offbeat, interesting.
ReplyDeleteKiller closing line. And, I want those cards!
ReplyDeleteThanks all. It's been a fun 55. Appreciate everyone's time and input.
ReplyDelete@MZ You can get them at the place I kyped the picture. Link is at the bottom.
..Not every fish is for the seine.. love this...reminds me of paris..the runes fall beautiful joy
ReplyDeleteThe equation of beauty and truth, the questions/statements that they make and their defiance of explanation--so deep for such a tiny poem. Indeed, neither parse so neatly (love that word "parse"!) I like that a) you made this a triolet and b) that you bent the rules a bit. I love the rhyme, it really propels not simply the form but the content. Great rune throwing!
ReplyDeleteI'm fascinated that you not only wrote a triolet, but that you also wrote it with 55 words, and it is so fabulous. Incredible. Not every fish is for the seine. Indeed.
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