prairie prairie
 

i was obsessed. no- a feeling remorse and nostalgia
stretches of gold over algae. prairie turf interwoven to coast
bezeled beach. denizen dosage. felt closer to home
juniper fire, i never understood why i’d cry when alone
something about …

fingertip tingle. hands nestled over a looming horizon
open field just for me, dusks pyre was just another surprise
take you to tango to feel the revolver in your dress
like a fire in duress, in denial of what’s left
crested wheatgrass. nibble on the straw and just think
how irrevocably stunning, in french, how do you say pour me a drink?

verse-moi un verre.
sunsets fill in oblivion, storm in a teacup
now pour me a lion. i want to hear a roar when the steam runs
now stare into silence. tick-tock. just give me a second
moment of quiet. russian roulette, soldiers are dying
we all saw it coming, how do they say it was an issue of days?
of course; a matter of time, discontinue answers left unobtained
delicate heartship, melancholy quenches the hollow
vanguard in the shadow, he only says hello in the shade
yearning acceptance -chicken soup in the thermos
chai seed tai chi. only read a book when it rains
what is your purpose – he who barely looks in the eye
hello, miss I’m sorry to interrupt you but i’m-
pupil dilation, iris diameter entropy wavelet
psychosomatic belly dive into the stasis
denim delight, dandelion prairie design
chewing on straw, crinkling grime grimacing smile
i return to this place and try to mimic a scene
no return on ideas, we’re stuck living a dream

Lacked the organic resonance of “my mother” but I adored the nuances. Write more, sir.

I like reading these pieces that string words together that correlate with each other and gets my mind just going thru different thought processes. This was a provocative read. The first two stanzas drew the picture and the last section of the finishing paint touch. Good stuff, sir.

"we all saw it coming, how do they say it was an issue of days?
of course; a matter of time"

i see ya there. lol

russian roulette line that preceded this was also fucking excellent

be back later this weekend

'pupil dilation, iris diameter entropy wavelet
psychosomatic belly dive into the stasis
denim delight, dandelion prairie design
chewing on straw, crinkling grime grimacing smile'

The way you arrange your stream of thought by stringing words of quite different (at times even opposing) values together is highly intriguing. There's some beauty between the lines. I'm also quite fond of the few alliterations you employed, further elevating the read for me. 'Juniper fire' was fantastic as well.

Something about this conjures imagery of a white beachhouse located on the Eastern seaboard, with tall wheat colored grass, that extends to nearly the cusp of the shoreline. Also, "bezeled beach", that was dope.

I'm not sure if this was your intention, but I interpreted this line as being a metaphorical way of you saying you warmed your hands over an open fire. If I'm correct in my assumption than props to you. That was some dope and very creative imagery.

Cool transitions. This section was a mixed bag of imagery that straddled the line between the sultry and romantic and the whimsical and dreamy.


Dope. It's just language exploited to the fullness of its poetic potential and imaginative imagery that has enough realistic qualities to make the mind mediate on the words. Not sure it has a deeper meaning beyond that, but the artistic expression is great nonetheless.

I dig your fragmented imagery. I'm never quite sure what it all is suppose to add up to. Perhaps nothing. To me it reads like a collage of ideas and as a reader I take from it whatever resonates with me individually. There are snapshots of moments that connect on an emotional level that ground the piece, like a string tied to a balloon and held in hand, that keeps the overall verse from becoming to airy and just floating away. A perfect example of that is the last line quoted above.

You're a master of the adjective approach. You're vocabulary combined with your imagination and technical ability makes your work an interesting treat to read and behold. This piece read like a random dream or a flickering book of random scenes. What it all means is anyone's guess. But I dug it. Thanks for sharing. Please rtf if ever you get a chance to. Peace.

this was pretty.

if i had any skill i'd write something cloning your style for people's amusement. But I don't think i have the skill.
but i'd have to do one for dead man too.

sunsets fill in oblivion, storm in a teacup
now pour me a lion. i want to hear a roar when the steam runs
really?
pupil dilation, iris diameter entropy wavelet
what does this mean? You're just stringing words together bro

Sorry I'm just reading some older pieces on this OM section and I came upon this...it's like your style on steroids. I just don't get it I'm sorry.

denim delight, dandelion prairie design
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY LOL