Experiment in Desperation
Push pull
tentacles flex release
horn impales retracts
eye blinks
red as blood
then black and white
seep
(-ia)
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
i like the seep-ia...
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brimstone ginger dynamite
explodes the
Native Quarter tonight...love 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...
The title, the picture, the poem - all rivetingly perfect. Wow.
ReplyDeleteJoy Ann...
ReplyDeleteAnd 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
Thanks brian, for getting into the language, and for linking me in, also.
ReplyDeleteThanks 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.
Ahh, the hard hand that feeds. Nice play on words. I like the rhythm.
ReplyDeleteLove the picture of your grandfather, btw.
I think I've finally learned to keep my fingers a safe distance from the caged animals (mostly). :)
ReplyDeleteMindgame or mindless it works for me.
ReplyDeleteyou are a gorgeous poet...i am speechless...and in love...it's like the voice of my deepest friend, i've been longing for...thank you
ReplyDeleteThere 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.
ReplyDeleteBe well, my friend. I’m thinking of you.
Here we see the excellent word play of a wordsmith practicing her art. Intricate, teasing, thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteI 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. :)
ReplyDeleteSome times the emotion in poetry has such depth I have to slap myself back to reality.
ReplyDeletecool reality check, true wonders.
ReplyDeleteimpressive 55.
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 white...no matter, I'm always amazed what you do with 55 words, so creatively blessed ~
ReplyDeleteTruly creative and a great read as always.
ReplyDeletei love this 55! i can't single out just one line ~ it's great! ♥ dani
ReplyDeleteIntriguing, distinctive, sounds wonderful aloud -superb write.
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