Magritte
without gills, we breathe on the moon.
the humble tortoise has a house and our theories
are quaint. we have all the havoc of time
in an opulent balloon.
an unusual as usual, floating in open wounds
where the worlds on fire are the frozen ones
and all the Islands of our apostrophe
all pause the revelation
as quickly as you
Like.
summer in a spoon is all the cheap heat of our medallions
suckling the ambivalent inferno of our ice age
spooling an endless wrinkle of our entire folly on a plinth
‘neath a pillar of vaporous Dawn!
Empirial in aspect,... but as fleeting as the miracle.
concave sparks are the Eldar Sign of our implicit medieval chicaneries.
all is the storm of an imperfect thing gasping for black holes-
at the senior prom. the corsage of our immortal souls
adorning the brevity of Life Itself.
we continue in this way
for no reason
with a hat.
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Comments
Incredible word choices and metaphors!
I really enjoyed reading this poem. I was struck by the vocabular used and other descriptive words. I may not have fully grasped the entire meaning of the poem. I'll have to do a little research before returning to write you a better critique. I liked that I have to do outside research when I read a poem on Cosmofunnel. It adds something unique and genuine to your poem. I cannot wait to read more of your work.
Favorite part:
summer in a spoon is all the cheap heat of our medallions
suckling the ambivalent inferno of our ice age
spooling an endless wrinkle of our entire folly on a plinth
‘neath a pillar of vaporous Dawn!
I'm unsure what the stanza above is all about. I cannot wait to learn more. Then, I'll return to write some more. Thank you for sharing the poem, it made me think.
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Bless your Heart... And Thank You for your very kind regard!
Your welcome.
Could you fill me in on the poem a little. What inspired you to write it and what it is about. Thank you and happy holidays.