Saturday, April 1, 2017

Fool's Box


Fool's Box







From its box of cloud
the lightning howled
to find the trap

of the fool's grey walls,
crack'd them with a fitful fire,
rocked the cradle hard and higher.

Wild, wild, it played within
the morephemes of his box of skin;
burning hot as rain was cold,

too bright to lose, too quick to hold;
 til, sun-collapsed and blue air-bled,
it left him with a pen instead.



~April 2017






for      Brendan's Fools

(a tongue in cheek take for the theme of  April's 30/30)











Images: Untitled, © Zdizlaw Beksinski Fair use via wikiart.org

15 comments:

  1. This is s compelling, Joy. What I always love about your poetry is that every line must be pondered and the composition is part of the art. The box of cloud creates a unique image, my eye wanted to follow the path of the lightning strike to see where it would lead.

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  2. Not exactly 'instead', I think – rather, transformed into. Wonderful words! And wonderful pictures too – are they yours?

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    1. Image credits are always at the bottom of the post. These are by Zdzisław Beksiński a Polish surrealist.

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  3. What I felt the most of how much a pen can be a tool to break the bonds... to journey... excellent word choices, and perfect match to the pictures.

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  4. I love the box of cloud and the wild, wild.........

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  5. Wonderful conceit here, wand of lightning igniting a fool's box-kite, rising as inspiration and dissipating into song. So it begins. A lovely, lively, most excellent spell.

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  6. Nice sound to the meter and rhyme. I liked the build up with lightning breaking walls and rocking the cradle but ending with that pen.

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  7. An intricate dance from the sword to the pen bringing into play the Ace of Wands and The Fool.Delightfully created.

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  8. As you might suspect, I'm completely taken by "the morephemes of his box of skin". The images that come to mind... and the way the word "morphemes" plays with them. Wow.

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  9. What a way to begin April. From an artist's pen.

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  10. I know you've travelled down to the shores to see us off. Me, I'll be wading in ... the shallows. Doubtful I'll get to more than a few, but will see how far that lightning strike will send me, fool that I am.


    And you made me grin in that final verse ~

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    1. Glad for the grin, and I don't know if I will make the whole voyage, but I am feeling like it might be good to try, fool that *I* am. ;_)

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  11. Oh that ending made me laugh delightedly, and with a certain cruel edge that we aged crones like to include. ;-)

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  12. Ahhh.... so use that pen for good :)

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  13. "box of cloud" such a unique phrase. Love your ending.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg