Alterations
I am following a voiceless sound,
a heaven-circling gravity
larger than the known,
a floating moon-blown body
invisibly dense
I am weighed down
by its absence
My phantom limbs grasp
at the tide-looped nothing
that pulls me into its wake,
that surrounds me
with unsheltering, refusing
my exhausted tear-culled pleas
I cannot move and yet
the journey continues
I cannot sing and yet
my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords
I shed my skin,
leave my bones behind
I am going
absolutely nowhere
fast and endlessly
eclipsed by a juncture
of dark-vowelled circumstances
without limits
I’m not sure this follows the NaPoWriMo prompt to assume an unusual point of view, but it does contain hyphenated words from Dylan Thomas, which is the dVerse Poetics prompt from Laura Bloomsbury.
You have created the mood perspective for the NaPoWriMO prompt with your “a voiceless sound,
a heaven-circling gravity”
and used Dylan Thomas’ word compounds beautifully
“my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords”
So glad you joined in with the DT prompt as well
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Thanks Laura…it’s a great prompt!
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❤ Oh my goodness, this is beautiful Kerfe, I love it. So many memorable vivid phrases but this one stands out!
dark-vowelled circumstances
without limits
As a singer, the dark vowels REALLY make sense!
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Thanks Shuku. I have to credit Dylan Thomas with the inspiration.
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This is excellent, very intense.
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Thanks Robbie. I think Dylan Thomas inspires intensity.
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This poem is darkly dreamlike and evokes images of floating in space, Kerfe. Tthere is an exquisite eeriness in the lines:
‘My phantom limbs grasp
at the tide-looped nothing
that pulls me into its wake’
and
‘I shed my skin,
leave my bones behind
…
eclipsed by a juncture
of dark-vowelled circumstances
without limits’.
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Thanks Kim. We all end up floating in space eventually…
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It looks like the circle is shedding its skin, making way for the new. Deep thoughts in your poetry, Kerfe.
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Thanks Olga. This was one case where the art came first. I didn’t exactly articulate that to myself, but it showed up in the poem.
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Dreamy, but intense –like a dream from which you can’t awaken.
“I am going
absolutely nowhere
fast and endlessly
eclipsed by a juncture
of dark-vowelled circumstances
without limits”
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Thanks Merril. Those words from Dylan Thomas lend themselves to both intensity and dreams.
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Wow! Intense, ans as Merril hints, a dream that won’t wake.
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“a dream that won’t wake” –as usual your comment has its own poetry. Thanks Ken.
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❤
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There is a sense of a nightmare in this… I fear it’s one that circle back to its beginning.
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When and where do dreams cross over? I think there’s often an overlap.
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‘I shed my skin
leave my bones behind’
Love that. What’s left? Nothing? The essence? A shiver?
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A shiver is a good description for it.
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It made me shiver too.
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“I cannot sing and yet
my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords” This line right here really struck me. The whole thing, so eloquent. Wow.
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Thanks Claudia. This is a great prompt from dVerse…those phrases from Dylan Thomas are quite inspirational.
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WOWWW!!! So drawn into this work of art – then the words!!
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Thanks Jodi. Watercolor is full of surprises, and sometimes the words go along for the ride…it was a good prompt.
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Very mysterious Kerfe, and the mystery pulls one through the read. Nicely done!
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Thanks Rob. Life is indeed a mystery.
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This is so wonderfully full of energy and contemplation (both the words and the visual). I love that the journey ends “without limits”… reverses all the doubt before it. 😍
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Thanks Charlie. All journeys should be without limits…
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I don’t know how you do it–phenomenal writing just pours out of you, and on top of the beautiful art.
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Aw, thanks Ennie. It’s a process.
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I’m consistently wow’d 🙂
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There’s a claustrophobic feel to this, especially with the gravity and without limits. You conjure the feeling of futility also as you try to articulate what it is.
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Thanks Jade. I think we all feel too closed in at times.
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You’re welcome and for sure.
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The intensity stirs the soul!!! love these lines:
I cannot sing and yet
my mind is full
of dust-tongued chords
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Thank you!
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