Alyce Wilson (
alycewilson) wrote2022-06-04 05:03 am
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LJ Idol Week 9: Death Become My Essence
This is my entry for Week 9 of LJ Idol. This week's topic is "All Hat, No Cattle."
death becomes my essence
gossamer wings of
squid glisten at the bottomless
abyss, a mystic cloud of porcelain sugar
raps lightly, clamoring in my ancient yearnings
i have injected thorny abstract distress
into the mad penumbra of my ebony consciousness
surreal fragments descend to the brim
of the darkening gulf
careening to the resounding roar
of forlorn frenzy
hypnotic trance, condemned existence,
my invincible soul is a small
trumpet
playing Taps
for a poem
by a bad poet
to the garbage disposal
This was inspired by one of the more overblown submissions I have received to my online literary magazine, Wild Violet. That particular poet was given to excessive use of modifiers, as this poem emulates.
Abstract art in a parking lot; oil on pavement
death becomes my essence
gossamer wings of
squid glisten at the bottomless
abyss, a mystic cloud of porcelain sugar
raps lightly, clamoring in my ancient yearnings
i have injected thorny abstract distress
into the mad penumbra of my ebony consciousness
surreal fragments descend to the brim
of the darkening gulf
careening to the resounding roar
of forlorn frenzy
hypnotic trance, condemned existence,
my invincible soul is a small
trumpet
playing Taps
for a poem
by a bad poet
to the garbage disposal
This was inspired by one of the more overblown submissions I have received to my online literary magazine, Wild Violet. That particular poet was given to excessive use of modifiers, as this poem emulates.
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- Erulisse (one L)
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I have/used to/do write poetry. It seems to please others it can't be too straight-forward but also CAN NOT be just all this random abstractness.
And yet, sigh, sometimes it seems that is what works. Poems are published that are so hard to understand and others are like, "Very deep" and I so want to ask, "Really? Or are we all afraid to say, "Makes no sense?"
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I like it.
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abyss, a mystic cloud of porcelain sugar..."
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I completely LOLed at the ending. :D
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