Amoebius (For National Poetry Day)

and yes, they said it was the end  

on the screaming siren news channels  

before the set was switched off by hands  

that had, just an hour ago, touched the purest part of you  

as the ball of fire cut ribbons of blinding despair  

through the evening sigh like a sunset  

but 50x the speed 

50x the oh my god isn't it beautiful 

 

because we don’t fear death in this house,  

we fall in to it like a watercolour daydream 

twirling in the long grass of the garden 

toes digging deep in to the soil 

bodies naked but for crackling ribbons  

of brightest blue ecstasy 

◄ tanka for the nemophilia

short poem after chronicling the lessening of sentience in my mothers emails during the past year ►

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john short

Mon 1st Apr 2019 02:16

Like Rimbaud you take language to another level Stu. Will spend some time trying to digest this. Amazing.

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raypool

Fri 22nd Mar 2019 20:34

A worthy offering Stu to set the mind to inward excavations of the third kind. I love the freedom of form you use as expression, a great wash of ideas and a lively palette , like a Nicholas Roeg doodle.

Ray

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Stu Buck

Fri 22nd Mar 2019 20:09

thanks david! i have spent the last half hour falling down the remove kebab rabbit hole. wonderful!

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 22nd Mar 2019 19:31

I have pondered this quite a bit Stu...my only thought is that switching off a TV set is about as easy as it seems to switch off a life these days.

For some I suspect the action of both shares just about equal meaning and impact.

I have been contemplating the impact of such subliminals as "Remove Kebab" I'm working on something in that regard at the moment. It won't be easy to translate into any language I feel...I'll give it a go though.

All the best pal,

David.

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