Generator

Connecting like lightning, twin energy panels
Soak in the synergy while the cable unravels
Zzzap!
Plugged in on all five channels
A sixth signal in the air like static in flannels
Fresh from the dryer –
We’re about to catch fire –
Kindling pyrotechnics when we kicked over the candle
That was lit when we hit on this method of emotional travel
Leaping like sparks from wires, too hot to handle
Hear the energy crackle!
I don’t know where this dynamo’s electricity will go
But it has to ground somewhere if it continues to grow
And you and I might disintegrate or fuse in the glow
Either way would be an incredible system overload
This direct current with a positive charge
Flows straight to the batteries, impossibly large
Primed and ready, that we keep in our hearts
To generate the power for a brand new start
 
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Cryptic

The latest offering over at weekend wordsmith is the word “pallid.”  Combined with the photo posted there, it really evoked some powerful, gut-wrenching memories for me.  The word “pallid” doesn’t get used here, but it forms the underlying imagery, the words “pale” and “white” taking its place.  I apologize if the colorful formatting makes this piece difficult to read, but this is how I pictured it in my head… If I knew a way to give the poem a black background, I would.
 
Cryptic
Ghost flesh, razor blade
Red script on a white page
Pale face
, crimson scrawl
Hand print on a white wall
Nose bleed, empty eyes
Sunset in a pale sky
Answer
, spreading thin
Question in her white skin
Published in: on September 12, 2009 at 6:42 pm  Comments (3)  
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Hush, Now, Don’t Cry

There’s a mission to Mars
Made by mindless machines
Zeros and ones
Strung on binary strings
There’s a time and a place
Whatever that means
The time is always now
This place just a dream
There’s a girl in the lineup
At the Dairy Queen
Hoping her boyfriend
Will buy her a treat
There’s a look on his face
Like he’d rather be
Anywhere else
And maybe that’s me
There’s a lost, lonely highway
Cracked by frost heave
Wandering nowhere
Through broken country
There’s a book of wise words
On the desk in the study
But you can’t believe
Everything you read
There’s a trail in the mud
Under the golden leaves
The same sort of footprints
An angel might leave
There’s a dog at the window
Panting into the breeze
The driver is laughing
While his passengers tease
There’s a rush of adrenaline
As we move through the trees
With a smile on her face
She defies gravity
There’s a silent acceptance
As want gives way to need
Like the moment we realize
When skin splits and bleeds
There’s the whisper of water
And a soothing fall breeze
A time and a place
Of resting for me
There’s a little girl looking
I wonder, ‘What does she see?”
If I could have one thing
I hope she grows up to be

Published in: on September 5, 2009 at 8:38 pm  Comments (1)  
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Circle of Seven

Stone cave
Bone in cave
Bone cave
Meat in cave
Meat cave
Wood in cave
Wood cave
Star in cave
Star cave
Stone in cave 
                                                                                                                          I will explain this one, because I have found when I shared it with a few people it completely confounded them.  Trying to explain my meaning is something I rarely do, but I think in this case it is worth doing, because I put a lot of thought into it.  The exercise I set myself here was to say as much as possible with as little as possible… basically, I was trying to capture the entire cycle of life, from birth to death, and beyond, as minimalistically as I could.  So, line by line –

Stone cave:  the sort a caveman might dwell in.

Bone in cave:  the remnants of his food.  A reference to the food chain, survival of the fittest, the interconnectedness of things.

Bone cave:  the ribcage of the caveman himself.  A reference to structure, order, which naturally leads one to ponder the opposite forces of chaos.  Also, perhaps a bit of an existentialist thought here, in the sense that we`re all trapped in these bone caves… our bodies.  What is consciousness, and how is it connected to our physical selves?

Meat in cave:  the caveman’s heart in his chest.  His lifeforce, and his love for his mate.  His desire to live, and pass on his genes.   Also, providing for a family.  On a somewhat more sinister note, this is also a very simple reference to the fact that to another meat-eating creature… the caveman himself is just more meat.

Meat cave:  perhaps not the most flattering description of female anatomy, but it is accurate (What?  I didn’t design them!  :).  This line also represents the caveman’s thoughts, his desire to mate, his instinctual lust.

Wood in cave:  have the children gone to bed?  Given that last line, I don’t think I need to explain this one.  Use your imaginations!  ;)  Branching away from that (haha, get it) this line also represent technology.  Sort of like how we go out into the natural world, harvest things there, and then make them into new things… bringing these new things back to our caves for comfort and convenience.

Wood cave:  the cradle or crib of a newborn, resulting from the last two lines…  Also, the word ‘wood’ refers to the power of Nature itself interwoven through our every day lives.  It can also be read to mean modern housing, sort of like a parallel to the first line but in a different time.

Star in cave:  the newborn in the crib, a new light to set the compass by in the eyes of the loving parents, and a source of joy and wonder.  Also, modern wonders like electric lights, to light our wooden caves, and perhaps even the headlights of cars when seen from a distance at night.  Stars in a dark cave…

Star cave:  the starry sky at night, another source of wonder, and also awe.  Following that line of thought, this line also encapsulates spirituality, the way we explain the wonders we encounter (such as the night sky) through mythology and religion.  And have you ever seen a city at night from a distant hilltop?  Star cave.

Stone in cave:  the moon in the sky, superstition and myth (werewolves, for starters, and follow the tangent wherever you like), and something of a Biblical reference… Jesus died and was placed in a cave, which they rolled a stone in front of.  I’m making reference to both death and rebirth, as well as tying the final line into the first by using the same words.  And going back to the second-to-last line, thinking along the lines of cities being star-filled caves… chasms, really, which are just caves that open up at the top… the stone in the cave is the concrete, the pavement, the weight of the world in a busy, industrialized, time-is-money society.  The stone in the cave might also be the stone in the pit of my stomach when I think about these things, and how far we`ve pushed the envelope of Nature… but so the cycle goes.
In all, I used only 7 different words, variously repeated, to try to capture the essence of life (in an admittedly simplified form).   Still, for the task I set myself, I feel pretty good about the results.  Each line builds on those that come before to create, by the end, a very concise, but (to me, anyway) very clear picture of the cycle of life.  Like life, it raises more questions than it answers.  I think the more I read it, the more I realize is written there… like a mantra, or a strange parable that doesn’t quite make sense at first glance.

And that’s my take on it!  You’re more than welcome to your own interpretations, and I’d love to hear them!  Thanks for reading!

Published in: on August 20, 2009 at 3:05 am  Comments (7)  
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