Picture Prompt from Writer's Island
Salt scores the wounds of Knowing
And I am submerged, screaming
Let it out, break the being and the body
Carry past the bindings of this time, this place
Insubstantial, inconsequential existence
Just flesh, just thought
The thought flows on, and on,
Endless stream—
Follow it to the source
I might return to soaring
Through the wind and waves,
Breathe in,
A touch, a stroke
Inky ocean dip my essence
To this majesty, this space
Unknown, memory perhaps
That was and wasn’t,
Grinding in my fingertips,
The grainy sands of resolution—
The seagulls cry is carrying me away,
Banishing the self
Beneath expressions of desire.
Recoiling, find, a world
About the ankles—
Never, ever, all about
This dream, my fantasy
Escaping mere
Reality.
* Let it out was inspired by the above picture prompt from Writer’s Island, but is my submission to the good people at Jingle’s Thursday Poet’s Rally.
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This piece has so much potential to speak in a very strong voice , where less would add more focus and pull the reader to its fulcrum.
some interesting ideas here
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beautiful escape.
the image is stunning,
Glad to have you share this with us.
Wonderful!
I see how it relates to the picture, but beyond that I see it relating to the writer’s need to “Let it out”
I love the line “Inky ocean dip my essence” great image
Happy Rally,
glad to see you in.
Breathtaking images in this one, really enjoyed this one!
wonderful! Knowing with a capital – K..
and every phrase is just provoking my senses..
This is a great poem. I love the rhythm of it. It certainly does have a fantasy feel about it, which goes perfectly with the picture.
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com
That was really lovely. Thank you.
Loved the image and the poem is apt to it….liked it
A beautifully crafted poem with some wonderful metaphor, notably “The grainy sands of resolution”
beautiful words.. Loved it..
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Smooth and wonderfully written!
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve been around. I’m still in the middle of moving! Ugh. But I hope you didn’t forget about me :3 I posted the next chapter of my novel. I hope you’ll find time to check it out and tell me what you think.
A wonderful piece to get lost in. I think you’ve very effectively depicted the ethereal quality of the moments you capture in this work. The flow is gentle, but not too meandering; the rhythm controlled… my favourite line: Recoiling, find, a world/ About the ankles… Great job.
Lovely way to go about the prompt and a beautiful submission…overall perfect.
Cheers!
The first line really caught my attention. :]
If you’re interested here’s my entry: Panda Wolf – Hey Rain, how are you feeling?
I liked this.
I am drawn into this lovely poem! One minute I’m in the moment, the next I’m hurled into the abstract.
Darkly:
http://sugaryichigo.wordpress.com/2010/06/25/darkly/
Have you ever been lost between reality and fantasies? It is probably the WORST thing I´ve ever done… And to be honest, I don´t know which I prefer the best, cuz now, at this very moment of my life they both look very alike.
I loved your entry, really.
Thanks a lot for sharing!
Lu Ann
Thought is indeed an endless stream and carries us so far beyond our selves into worlds undreamed.
This is lovely, and yes, full of many ideas which are themselves worth fleshing out in other pieces perhaps. This piece, I think, has already transcended its origins in a picture. Very good!
Very good. So many vivid pictures you painted. With, strong messages.
I enjoyed this poem very much and looking forward to reading more of your work.
Wysteria
Oh Yea! Thanks for the note on my blog~
Wysteria
Salt scores the wounds of Knowing – your first line pulled me in. this is fabulous! I love what you did with the prompt.
Happy Tuesday!
Simply checking on everyone…
thanks a ton for the contribution.
xxx
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