i am very far

but here is a softness

bruised knuckles brushing ears of wheat

a slight refrain

a ponderous disintegration of viola and clarinet

and gregor woke one morning as something alien

a mystery, clad in chitinous jade and with feelers, many eyes

could i be this burden to you?

a cloud passes the window

something pillow-like, nebulous

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◄ something glows inside all of us

don't breathe ►

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Martin Elder

Sun 26th Nov 2017 17:23

Hi Stu
I am sorry to hear that you have had such a rough time of it recently. I kind of get a sense of it in this poem which is as usual marvellous.
I love the line
'a ponderous disintegration of viola and clarinet'
I hope things are improving for you my friend
Cheers
Martin

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th Nov 2017 18:18

Stu, sometimes you lose me but it is in wonderment that I find myself. Thanks. More! Keith

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Stu Buck

Fri 17th Nov 2017 16:48

thanks guys. ive had a shit old time of it the last few weeks and this is the first thing ive wrote that ive liked for ages. im glad you picked up on a folk style lament ray, gregor was the young man who woke up as an insect in franz kafkas metamorphosis

chitinous is a lovely word i think.

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raypool

Fri 17th Nov 2017 16:19

Even if you impulsively defaced toilet walls I would love what you write Stu. This is a fascinating poem from the pen of... A cross between a Russian folk lament and a wandering soul search. Charming to say the least.

Ray I hope all is well with you...

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 17th Nov 2017 08:37

Hello Stu,

I have no idea, but these seem like production picture board notes...whatever it is it is poetic, shot through with your usual wonderful gift for imagery.

I had to look up "Chitinous" so thanks for that one.

All the best,

David.

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