The scythe and the end of the rainbow


Lamp shade gaudy from years of hard use
Dissonant distance repels distasteful scents
Slick essence of rhyme embodied in truth
And if six were not seven you’d be doing just fine

Typical emaciated mother with fourteen-year-old-thighs
Fear is a blood lust that tears your insides
Put down all there is and you’ve nothing left to throw
Rosebuds in the garden left out in the snow

Dust to dustpan, ashes to ashtray
Pins in the pincushion sharpened for balloon-popping
Left by a thought that won’t go away
Died without parling, cheap like a bargain

Incessant liquidities my mind froth-filled

Baby Dammit—bet what you will

And the rampage to reach the hammock begins
The tousle knocks the rope from its bonds
Earth taste resides on deciduous lips
Where warmth is feared no more
So take the honey, take a lime
Make it sticky-sublime
Step-ladder down
On your knees
Guillotine
Broke
So

 We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way.  You’d better cooperate; I know you have a talent
for stalling

One more bedtime story, one more glass of milk
one more
one
more, more, more

Tell your greedy grandfather that the gold’s under the house
He can have it if he’ll just stop burying his spouse

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16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. charlesmashburn
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 10:09:04

    It seems it always comes down to more more more. Confusion. Doing the same thing over and over.

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  2. Jingle
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 12:23:04

    creative,

    your words are full of senses and imagery, well done,

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  3. Miki
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 13:27:00

    You’re writing has several stories in it that combine into one intriguing poem.
    Great free verse here 🙂

    Reply

  4. marousia
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 20:34:16

    So many images held gently in a stream of conciousness

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    • wordcoaster
      Jul 12, 2011 @ 01:26:58

      Images–word stones cast in the stream; take a second look and see how they gleam. For what was once rough on the river’s first pass, might now become smooth as a mirror’s glass. 🙂

      Reply

  5. liv2write2day
    Jul 11, 2011 @ 21:55:05

    You have some amazing images in here and the form/structure is so creative. To me, it was like stream-of-consciousness thinking. I enjoyed this a lot.

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    • wordcoaster
      Jul 12, 2011 @ 01:36:01

      I had a lot of fun with the structure of this poem; it’s a lot more formatted than my usual stuff. It’s very close to stream-of-consciousness and I won’t pretend it’s super deep, but I do think there’s a (somewhat) cohesive plot that involves the grim reaper. Thanks so much for reading and commenting (and especially for enjoying) 🙂

      Reply

  6. Fountains
    Jul 12, 2011 @ 02:49:23

    Anything with the grim reaper is all right in my book. 😛 Some very sophisticated wording and phrases here. Had to read carefully and thoughtfully, I like that. “Dust to dustpan and ashes to ashtray” – very mature and jaded.

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    • wordcoaster
      Jul 12, 2011 @ 07:55:23

      Thank you! For me, this was a poem that required re-reading. I wasn’t sure if I liked it at all at first. But as you said, if you read it carefully and thoughtfully you just might like it 😛 I like that line as well–it’s a portrait of death (dust and ashes) being collected. The reaper, of course, is holding the dustpan and ashtray 🙂

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  7. PhotoDiction
    Jul 12, 2011 @ 11:54:53

    Wasn’t really expecting those last two lines… guess I missed some of the ‘between the lines’ story. Nevertheless I enjoyed the imagery and the form is very creative. Reminds me a bit of a spinning top… perhaps lining up with the story being spun?

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    • wordcoaster
      Jul 12, 2011 @ 14:09:36

      I don’t think you can be expected to expect those last two lines 😛 They kind of pull the story into focus–it’s supposed to make you want to read it again (but I can also see it just adding to confusion and making you want to give up on trying to understand it.) It IS like a spinning top–I hadn’t seen that before, so thanks for the added insight (love hearing other people’s perspectives). I thought of it either as a destructive tornado, or a funnel. Thank you for reading and commenting. Feel free to check out some of my less abstract poems as well 🙂

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  8. Shashi
    Jul 14, 2011 @ 12:40:40

    Started so softly and ended up in a powerful way… I liked it a lot.

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/07/whispers-cuckoos-song-and-smell-of-love.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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