pulling back all
framework - one finds space is never really
abandoned, never really intentionally vacated - as
relic remains - boned and furrowed, soul settled
still but remaining - it does however
take a certain type to harvest
empty - a certain kind of seer to congregate the dead
not all dowsers
can find the vein
that pumps life, bear full capacity to
make another see the light of a prospective eternal
or remedy remembrance
decades, dust true
semi-conductors of such living -
conductors of things dead passing as life; fading
between times delicate decadence
and its delusional decay...
and its delusional decay...
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Posted for Magpie Tales
and d'Verse Open Link Night
nice bit of word play bk...it takes a special one to divine that life beneath...you know we had a water witch come once and find us a well...it was fascinating to water...as much as one that finds life in death...
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ReplyDeleteI think I have it myself! LOL
where you make the linebreaks works for me.
ReplyDeleteLove the depth, the word play is strong... stunning imagery as well.
ReplyDelete.. 'a certain type to harvest empty' ~~~ my favorite words in your beautiful poem. I would like to fantasize I have a tiny bit of that ability.
ReplyDeleteSome strong poetry here and in other posts of yours.
ReplyDeleteA certain kind of harvester, how lovely BKM.
ReplyDeleteThis poem reminds me of a Morgan Freeman narrated show we saw this weekend on Parallel Universes, your poem being a nice little slice of science to me, that continues the mystery of what we do not yet know.
xo
magical wording! amazing piece my friend
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem...loved the wordplay 'a certain type to harvest empty' ~ great line!
ReplyDeletePicking up on Brian's comment about life in death. . . and life after death, which is, of course, eternal.
ReplyDeleteA lot in this poem that bears more than one reading and would be an interesting one to read aloud.
Wow! Wonderful! I'm a picker at heart...love the thought of delusional decay...it is in the eyes of the beholder...brilliance shines upon your pages...as it always does, but this one, for me, is a new found favorite!
ReplyDeleteI love your wordplay,and line breaks! :)
ReplyDeleteLove the sound in this! Your first stanza is my favorite. I like the idea that space is never really abandoned.
ReplyDelete"not all dowsers
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that pumps life......"
Very nice....... this took me to a sad place, where I am alone sometimes, and then sometimes lonely on top of that. And I don't mean that in a bad way... It's good, I grope for that sometimes, I relish in it. It is just as much a part of me as any other part of my life. Without it I wouldn't be me. So, yes, very nice.... your poem touched me very uniquely... Thank you......
"not all dowsers
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That is true of so many things. Gorgeous write.
I am never disappointed when I come calling. Your poem tonight is truth. Great writting!
ReplyDeleteHave a great week.
You line breaks and word play is so well done this is amazing piece of art love it so much
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conductors of things dead passing as life; fading
ReplyDeletebetween times delicate decadence
and its delusional decay...
This is really enjoyable read aloud! I enjoyed this and I love your take on the Magpie.
You have done a great job!
ReplyDeletehitching a ride in rusted trails
Loved the word play.. tight poem.. every word says so much.. loved second stanza..
ReplyDeleteLovely-- this poem is coherent-- unified-- and elegant-- I tried this prompt as well-- I love this-- a beauteous truth from your soul to ours:
ReplyDeletenot all dowsers
can find the vein
Love the truth and hope that remains in your words....this is another gem Bkm...hope all is going well for you. :-)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful... I especially like the third stanza.
ReplyDelete~laurie
this is a great poem to read out loud :)
ReplyDeletelife, death and life.. the cycle continues.
ReplyDeletelike these lines:
semi-conductors of such living -
conductors of things dead passing as life; fading
between times delicate decadence
and its delusional decay...
finding the vein that pumps life..oh we all want to...i like how you slowly pull the reader into the scene and i absolutely love the development in the last stanza
ReplyDeleteI love the textures here...boned and furrowed is so delicious...
ReplyDelete"fading
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and its delusional decay..."
Oh, I love the way you put your words together, always unique and worth reading. Every time :)
Beautiful as always, Barb. I too, like the line breaks it adds to the piece. I hope all is well with you.
ReplyDeletePamela
Because of your unusual use of words to convey a meaning so easily understood, this is my favorite entry in this weeks Magpie.
ReplyDeleteFascinating write. Good stuff!
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