pondering wanders with absent mind
arms outstretched
fingers trailing blindly
the dark dank sides of spiral's braille
elbow of momentum at your back
allure of gravity to your fore
the magnitude of obscurity
compressing distorted assumptions
reflections fail to consume the pitch
of sharp keys turned to unlock nothing
as bolts of self-deception echo
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This is a wonderful assortment of words and images.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerry, I've been struggling to write for a while but I think today's prompt gave me the nudge I needed.
Deleteooh, this is a fabulous ride of rhythm... its sound is like a lovely echo, even as its subject resounds.
ReplyDeleteThis poem really must be read out loud to appreciate! Well done!
ReplyDeleteI second this motion!
DeleteThanks for the suggestion!
Deletethe dark dank sides of spiral's braille
ReplyDeleteWOW, this is a treat to read with it strong images and perfect wording.
Thank you, I'd been staring at a blank screen for so long but todays prompt was just the nudge I needed.
DeleteThis is really trippy! Love that opening stanza.
ReplyDeleteMy mood wanders too, so I love this! It is hard to come out of the places pondering escorts me to, and so I am sadly misunderstood. I see, through your poem and personifications, that it is truly gods who play with me.
ReplyDeleteGreat movement to this, and the imagery is a perfect match to your choice of photograph--black and orange, all October.
ReplyDeletethe turning of the lock...that only echoes the bolts driving home instead of freedom...
ReplyDeletethat says enough right there....
thanks Brian . . . been at a complete loss for words and was beginning to fear I'd never write another poem. :)
DeleteGreat closing lines Kathryn.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary :0)
DeleteI don't know how you do it, but each it better than the last. You have such a way with words!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim :)
DeleteUh...okay!
ReplyDeleteLove a poem that does what it says. October is a trickster of a month, with limbs as agile as an unfaithful lover running to save her lies. Mirrors behind dancing veils...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful word craft Kathryn! It seemed so effortless!
ReplyDeleteHank
The mind can be its own nautilus chamber. Vivid imagery and clever internal rhyme. I too read this one out loud!
ReplyDeletereally love the part about the dark keys that unlock nothing! haunting, dark, moody!
ReplyDeleteI like "pondering wanders with absent mind".
ReplyDeleteI like "pondering wanders with absent mind".
ReplyDeleteWonderful, really powerful poem! Some of the word pictures you paint here are intense...
ReplyDeleteSort of surreal...or almost psychedelic ....you can tell I grew up in the 60's :) Great write!
ReplyDeleteagree about the sounds in this, from the very first and lovely phrase to the end.
ReplyDeleteSpiral's braille, I specially like the opening lines ~ And it sounds good when I read it out aloud ~
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