Monday, June 19, 2006

Full Moon Hiatus

In the slowly pulsing red mist
The poet walks the walk
Where others fear to tread
Through the dark alleys and engrams
Of his mynds patina.
He stops at a sign

Gravity Time Law
Nurture Nature Conscience
Possessions Body Words

Hoping for a dream of freedom
He falls asleep.

The Earth is an orange
Overpopulated with mould
It shrinks then collapses
Into a primordial soup
Of reduced complexity
The life force of order
Rallies her shadow
And leaves her transmutation.

In his mynd, his memories of Earth
Are no different than when she lived.

He awakens to another dream
To Olympus
Curtained in billowing chiffon
In soft translucent pastels
And a blade in his back
Oh yes, the Gods have humour
Falling to his knees
He searches for a shadow
Proof of reality
He falls to his hips
Then vertebra by vertebra
He falls to his chin
His head resting
On a field of chequered marble
As his head rolls forward
His eyeball comes to rest
On a business card

Conflict Resolution
No problem too big
We'll meet you halfway.

His pupil falls through the floor
Another star

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Blogger ozymandiaz said...

You been reading Douglas Adams or something?

Monday, June 19, 2006 6:25:00 AM  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Glenn,
I read your poem and then read it again and again to get to its depth and meaning and in the end there is always i find a rythm, a voice trying to say something very original, earlier unheard!
Great going, Cheers!

Monday, June 19, 2006 7:24:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Not for over twenty years Ozy! Did love him though. I once went to a reading by him -lots of fun.
Abhay, Thanks again. The Earth is an orange sequence was at least a little inspired by your I am Earth Gaia poem. It reminded me of seeing a film using stop motion photography, of an orange decomposing.I was struck then by how much the colonisation and ruin of the orange by mould reminded me of what people are doing to the Earth. No matter how slowly, Gaia is just as doomed as any other life.
Cheers Glenn

Monday, June 19, 2006 12:14:00 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Do not underestimate Gaia. Life is more prolific than any may understand. And this Earth, she has tuffed out far worse than we. We but dig our own graves.

Monday, June 19, 2006 12:35:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

I'm sure she will have the better of us, but there will come a time...

Monday, June 19, 2006 12:55:00 PM  
Blogger Scheherazade said...

I just love the placement of the business card as some resting point/distraction--however brief--for this disintegrating man/his world. The name and message on the card is great. Both mythic and inane.

And it's not enough to save him.

Monday, June 19, 2006 5:08:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Thanks Yasmin. I saw your comment on poetisphere just before it went down. I am happy to continue that myth! To paraphrase Abhays reply to you.. It takes one to know one !

Monday, June 19, 2006 6:21:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

For anyone interested here is a nice link to a summary of Zeno and his works.


Monday, June 19, 2006 6:21:00 PM  
Blogger Scheherazade said...

I haven't been able to load poetisphere since I made that post.

Do look forward to reading it though.

Will also look up Zeno.


Tuesday, June 20, 2006 10:49:00 AM  
Blogger rch said...

Hey Glenn, I was a little confused about the orange passage but after reading your explanation all I can say is - brilliant! Hopefully we won't destroy everything. C-ya,


Sunday, June 25, 2006 5:14:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Thanks Bob, It's nice to be able to live in places where we are free to worry about such issues rather than watching your child starve to death. I'm sure you would agree.

Sunday, June 25, 2006 6:55:00 PM  

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