Thursday, December 1, 2011

Experiment in Desperation

Experiment in Desperation

Push pull
tentacles flex release
horn impales retracts
eye blinks
red as blood

then black and white

daguerreotype of a dangerous type
brimstone ginger dynamite
explodes  the
Native Quarter tonight.

Can you ever be brave
once you’re caught,
the snarl behind bars
ever become a bite
on the keeper’s hard hand ?

December 2011

For all the word counters out there, yes, this is a puzzle in 55 pieces that will be 

Posted for   Friday Flash 55   at the G-Man's


  1. i like the seep-ia...

    daguerreotype of a dangerous type
    brimstone ginger dynamite
    explodes the
    Native Quarter the flow through that part...a photo (process) of a dangerous type...

    usually i have to be brave behind the bars...there is always that one guy you either or brave or his friend...

  2. The title, the picture, the poem - all rivetingly perfect. Wow.

  3. Joy Ann...
    And just when did you have your stroke?
    Like the pic
    Like the rhyme time symbolism
    Didn't understand a frickin thing about this!!!
    To those that think poetically, I'm sure this is brilliant.
    Thanks for trying so hard to support this little fun thing we do.
    You Rock about a 9.8 baby!!
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

  4. Thanks brian, for getting into the language, and for linking me in, also.

    Thanks Sherry for always reading. I appreciate your kind words.

    Don't feel bad, Galen--I don't understand it either--it's about mindgames and feeling like shit, if that helps. ;-) Thanks for hosting and I promise to do better next time.

  5. Ahh, the hard hand that feeds. Nice play on words. I like the rhythm.
    Love the picture of your grandfather, btw.

  6. I think I've finally learned to keep my fingers a safe distance from the caged animals (mostly). :)

  7. Mindgame or mindless it works for me.

  8. you are a gorgeous poet...i am speechless...and in's like the voice of my deepest friend, i've been longing for...thank you

  9. There is such constriction here, Hedge. The staccato language, the red, then desaturated, and then the aged seep-ia set a scene for the cage. The lack of control for the poet is strongly felt. The unanswered question at the end sends me back to the photo image, and the intriguing treatment that makes the kitty look like a dangerous tiger.

    Be well, my friend. I’m thinking of you.

  10. Here we see the excellent word play of a wordsmith practicing her art. Intricate, teasing, thought-provoking.

  11. I think once you're caught all you can think of is putting lots of miles between you and the cage. I'd be tempted to bite, but then I've learned some keepers are worth getting to know. You've made me think. :)

  12. Some times the emotion in poetry has such depth I have to slap myself back to reality.

  13. I dig...but I must have politics on the brain cuz I immediately figured this was symbolic for Cain...caught, no nerve to come clean about ginger even though it is in black and matter, I'm always amazed what you do with 55 words, so creatively blessed ~

  14. Truly creative and a great read as always.

  15. i love this 55! i can't single out just one line ~ it's great! ♥ dani

  16. Intriguing, distinctive, sounds wonderful aloud -superb write.


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

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