Saturday, July 18, 2020

Earthbreak



Earthbreak





At earthbreak
thru a cat's eye
the float is remote
the stun is the numb,
not even the cold
or the bitter
too-well-knowns.
Instrument readings
yield no signs of life
just a stutter off the chart
no one kept,
needles palsied,
cables cut.

At starbreak
through a cat's eye
the human unformed
sloshes the suit,
joins its oblivion to
the music of the
spears, dancing
endless nocturne
free never to reappear
in gravity's 
clinging chain.
Was that a bluebird
blurred in a flash of sun

dropping like time
on tomorrow's butterfly,

or only a mote,
flickering at earthbreak
in a gold cut-glass cat's eye?




July 2020

















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Images: Top, author and title unknown, via Sunday Muse  Fair Use
Bluebird, by John Jacob Audobon  (manipulated)  Public Domain

20 comments:

  1. Wow Joy this is breathtaking amazing! I love the line "dropping like time on tomorrow's butterfly"...what a potent line, full of truth. The repetition of through the cat's eye really empowers the whole poem, and the last line of question packs a punch too! Life is a fragile and brief thing, and man in his significance is insignificant in the big scheme of things....that is what this beautiful poem spoke to me.

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  2. Oh, I love how the last 4 lines of the opening stanza read; they just trip off the tongue. I admire the entire construction of this poem and your use of "Earthbreak" and "starbreak" as opposed to daybreak. I can feel the floating almost formless 'naut caught in the cat's eye. Not safe to be man nor bird in this current atmosphere, is it?

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    1. No, we're the toys pushed off the edge here these days, as I think several people responding to this image have pointed out.

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  3. I, too, love the "earthbreak" and "starbreak". And "dropping like time on tomorrow's butterfly." So beautifully written.

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  4. You had me at "earthbreak". And this: "music of the spears". So good. All comes together with "dropping like time / on tomorrow's butterfly" we are floating alone in space, mote or bug under the scrutiny of a watcher of uncertain malevolence...

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    1. Exactly. Limbo has got nothing on whatever this is. Thanks, qbit.

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  5. Goodness I love this. I wonder at times who or what has us in the universal eye or are we an alien experiment where they just let us run rampantly foolish until we are dust.

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  6. free never to reappear
    in gravity's
    clinging chain.

    Lovely play of words, Joy! One can't help but wonder!

    Hank

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  7. Funny image to launch from but the stare is eternal -- I read a certain bemusement in the universe to watch a burnt-out humanity floating in eternity, its "cables cut." Let's pray it never does appear again in "gravity's clinging chain." Hope you've been OK-ish, hope these words aren't infectious with Florida COVID madness.

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    1. I know I've been a negligent reader of late, but my thoughts have been with you, B. I worry for you there in Coronavirus Central, with the mad micky rat-wheel of Disneyland in your back yard. I have been floating pretty remote, myself, as the redneck madness eats away at my own state and sanity. Stay safe, and thanks for reading.

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  8. I like the way you try to bring into focus just what is in a cat's eye. A playful, pondering, imaginative, speculative romp through earthbreak and starbreak and what possibly could be happening behind a cat's eye!! Love it.

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  9. This left me wanting to just curl up and weep into a dog's fur. Beautiful and ephemeral and stinging, all at once.

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  10. This is so beautiful and sad. Your words are so strong, they penetrate through any denials, perhaps even hope.

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  11. "dropping like time on tomorrow's butterfly"

    Such a brief life we have.

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  12. Oh Joy .... this is incredibly lovely. I especially enjoyed how you ended the poem with a question for the ages.

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  13. strains of songs and movies floated thru my brain as I read this, from Bowie to HAL.

    you've developed a sense of distance and airlessness - the isolation, I suppose, we all feel in the last days of demos before empire. ~

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  14. Hello, Joy. I am just checking in to greet you across the miles. I love your interpretation of this awesome picture! I hope you are doing well in these troubled times.
    So sorry not to have been around for Friday 55s etc, but my poetry cupboard is bare at the moment.
    All the best!

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats