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Bronze is cast, as plaster is,
but I am neither; I am not.
I essay a raft of selves that
rattle in my shell like shot.
As formal as a flooding river
I’m as concrete as a cloud;
each I a captain in its turn,
promoted by a sifting crowd.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 10th Sep 2014 13:06
we totally agree with all previous appraisals.xx
Travis Brow
Wed 10th Sep 2014 06:51
Thank you all for your kind comments. Forgive my ignorance, M.C., I'll have to check out Invictus. This poem sprang from the announcer's words you hear after a radio play; 'other parts were played by members of the cast'. That line was rattling around my head for ages.
A worthy short successor to "Invictus".
To each situation a particular self - it's adaptive psychology - and a skill for survival. Also very well put in tight craftsmanship.
Beautiful piece, Travis. "I essay a raft of selves that rattle in my shell, like shot." Lovely line! Also enjoyed how you depicted the individual within the crowd cast, and your metaphor of crowd-river and individual-captain.
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Travis Brow
Thu 11th Sep 2014 06:28
Thank you Natalie, Patricia, Stefan.