Tuesday, May 12, 2015

and the pendulum




the pendulum swings
                                    with unseen gravity
our hands moving in concentric circles
round numbers we've given meaning
to mark the passage of salty sweat,
down our temple, steps

to the ocean we voyage, the sea of self
lap, lap, lapping at the shore of our ever shifting
continental shelf always RE:turning as loss of momentum
as if our accumulating mass makes us less dense
by increasing the volume
                                     of our voices ---
our choice is:

a fist clenched in revolution - an army of court jesters
fostering the notion the tides listen, made up of mad men,
saints & sinners, students, teachers, anyone
that has taken up the pen, the brush,
slapped heel to floor in rhythm,
or raised palms to the unknown ---

or an open hand, in humility,
acceptance, the river's voice, around and over
rocks, enjoining ever greater bodies of water,
taken up & returned as rain to replenish---

do our love lanterns cast light or create shadows?
our truths end in gallows when we stay in the shallows
for fear of our overcoming / the silent future
bear witness,
                      i have walked the wilderness & city streets,
genus & species don't separate what attitude & perception
have put together,
                           feather your children that they may fly
but mind the drop,
                           mind the stop,
                                               mind the shop,
cause what is stolen will not be returned,
no more than a receipt measures worth
over cost ---
                       the equation

has a solution, only if the variable i
can c

beyond basic operations - multiplication, division,
addition, subtraction all end in shun
                                                          -ing,
our astrology is only as good the stars
of our choosing

& the drum beats
           & the drum beats
                   & the pendulum
                                             swings.


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25 comments:

  1. This is an amazing piece.. I love the layers you are using.. the pendulum and those choices between the revolution and the river... maybe we can never really find that balance between end points.. maybe it's all about the poles the thesis and the antithesis.. I look forward to this tonight at dVerse...

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  2. there's so much to love in here - and i dunno where to start - the open hand in humility maybe - the feathering our kids so they can fly - and also teach them how to fall like a stuntman... what a journey we're on - and we haven't even figured out half of it... thanks for joining und - der spass hat sich sogar mehr als verdoppelt...

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  3. a very strong piece of layered philosophic metaphysical geo-political poetics; grand leaps between POVs, inspired word smithing, & like me, you let the lines flutter around the page like a sparrow inside the cloistered room. I like the lines /an army of court jesters/fostering the notion that tides listen/. Welcome to the international pack of poets here at dVerse universe.

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  4. Welcome! So many fluttering layers and back and forths....This is going to be a read of several times. I am looking forward to reading and removing more layers. Hayes Spencer is KanzenSakura

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  5. "as if our accumulating mass makes us less dense
    by increasing the volume
    of our voices"

    Ha. This is awesome. :)

    "our truths end in gallows when we stay in the shallows" Love this.

    "our astrology is only as good the stars
    of our choosing" And this.

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  6. Is it "Hello, my name is X" or "Hello, my name is Hawk"? Very different meanings, if you ask me.

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  7. Really interesting poem. Your sense of imagery is well controled with a driving force that seems hapahazard at first sight but then draws you in. >KB

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  8. "or an open hand, in humility,
    acceptance, the river's voice, around and over
    rocks, enjoining ever greater bodies of water,
    taken up & returned as rain to replenish---"

    the fist clinched in revolution, the equation of i can C... amazing imagery and great flow

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  9. AWESOMENESS.
    LOVE that sneaky "I can see beyond basic operations."

    I'm a big fan of mad math
    -stitched poems, and this one rocked my socks off.

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  10. You have worked in so many details and layers into this poem. They all work together to make for a very vivid piece of writing.

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  11. Like others have said, there is much to love here and examine, but here are my favorite lines:

    do our love lanterns cast light or create shadows?
    our truths end in gallows when we stay in the shallows
    for fear of our overcoming / the silent future
    bear witness

    Yes a million times to this!

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  12. So much to think about in this.... I also loved this:

    "our astrology is only as good the stars
    of our choosing

    & the drum beats
    & the drum beats
    & the pendulum
    swings."

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  13. There are def many layers here to explore as I venture onto the winding road. This question jumps off the page and hits me as I want to know the answer, but is there an answer?

    do our love lanterns cast light or create shadows?

    and all children should be feathered so they can fly when the time is right...

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  14. Back for another read~

    I like the embedded messages, like "the pendulum swings our choices" and "with unseen gravity of our voices."

    Love the sound/cadence here:
    " we've given meaning
    to mark the passage of salty sweat,
    down our temple, steps"

    "as if our accumulating mass makes us less dense" Great line.

    "mad men" I'll miss the show too. :(

    "love lanterns" Cool phrase.

    "genus & species don't separate what attitude & perception
    have put together,
    feather your children that they may fly
    but mind the drop" Another favorite section.

    Oh, now I see "eyeing swings" at the end. Or maybe "I see ying swings." :)

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  15. Hello X! X marks the spot here--so many very cool lines here and a wonderful voice--our astrology only good as the stars of our choosing--quite a motto--thanks. k. (Manicddaily)

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  16. X- I'm not math-minded. I thought this was like a song (isn't all poetry?) from the first stanza's swings &steps to volume &voices, heel to floor in rhythm, palms (in praise?), a middle section Stop. Then the ending of the last couple of beats. Hey! Maybe I do understand math. Numbers = steps. Of course, I'm leading with my left foot. :)

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  17. Ah.. yes.. heArt is never a time that can be measured.. or a line of poetry that can be metered.. or a fly of life that is only metal winged by the machine of soul.. that never lives in spirit.. to begin with.. now or then..:)

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  18. Someday the questions will answer the asker, and the pendulum will be a ride into another world that is the same one perceived more clearly. Or so it seems to be, as we mark the progress of our salt trails and watch each other reach for....all of it--that way perhaps a little winds up in the hand. Here, the author seems to grasp all the essentials of what makes a living poem. This is the kind of poetry one misses when it goes away.

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  19. I like the questions and parodies that still leave the imagination to wander...your layers are well woven into the fabric of the poem.

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  20. This is very well done. My favorite lines are: "our truths end in gallows when we stay in the shallows / for fear of our overcoming / the silent future /bear witness". I like the internal rhyme of the first line. Peace, Linda

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  21. the lantern is a great metaphor...and a great question: does my love lantern cast light or shadow?

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  22. A very intriguing write but your voice is unmistakable ~ We are indeed given two choices - a fist raised in revolution or an open one in humility ~ And this part just hits the park -

    our astrology is only as good the stars
    of our choosing

    I can C you- I have to smile now ~

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  23. I love the maybe-rhyme of "swings" and "unseen," the way you've made certain words work overtime (like "pendulum" [which hides "pen"], "swings" (back and forth, swingset, partner swapping), "unseen" (un, seen), "hands" (on clocks and on bodies), "concentric circles" (which hides "con sin trick" and "Sir clays"), "round numbers" (like 0 and 8, or the curves of an hourglass figure maybe), "meaning" (which hides "mean"), "mark" (tally or bruise/scratch), "passage" ("pass age," making passes [two kinds] ... flirtations and sports), "salty sweat" (sex, working out, playing games/sports, tears, ocean water, ending in "eat"), "down our temple, steps" ("down" means going down, going downward, drinking, putting someone down ... "temple" means side of the head but also a place of worship ... reminds me of the song about body worship, "Take Me to Church")

    Maybe I'll do another stanza another time. This is how I read poetry, and I think most people hate it.

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  24. Loved the rhythm and the choice placement of the rhyme, for example in Stanza 2:

    "by increasing the volume
    of our voices ---
    our choice is:"
    But my favorite lines overall:
    "i have walked the wilderness & city streets,
    genus & species don't separate what attitude & perception
    have put together,
    feather your children that they may fly
    but mind the drop,
    mind the stop,
    mind the shop,
    cause what is stolen will not be returned,
    no more than a receipt measures worth
    over cost ---"
    Beyond the rhyme, there is so much depth and substance in the words.. Well penned, indeed X! :-)

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  25. Wonderful use of words - great piece!

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