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| --- copyright VAL MAGNUSONVAL MAGNUSON Shells Expatriates of stormy kingdoms Cast to a different realm Spindles, volutes, turrets Extraordinary univalves Lodged in temporary castles Among the vacillating swells- With stoicism sit, The children of the sea Awaiting their collection momentarily- Frenzied winged and fingered creatures The flocking multitudes Ship corpses off to distant shores With worms and platitudes Chambered nautilus repossessed Poets scrambling for stiff pens To toast the "Glory of the Sea" Viewed only now and then- Tiger tritons trumpet Queen Conch in rose hued gown Bittersweet pieces rearranged Along the spiny crowns Turbans, helmets, tulips, Periwinkled bonnets tossed At the fighting conch's finale Dollars and stars at cost- The ocean has her fans Peculiar speciments Preferred by common hordes And in conchology's metaphors Fallen butterflies In states of metamorphosis lie Eternity crunches on- REPAIR: Concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; resort, frequent or habitual going; making one's way; to arrive; to dwell; to heal, to cure, to recover; to renew; (AND!) to fix to original condition. Oxford English Dictionary |
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| LYN LIFSHIN ALL ABOUT ME Terra Flambe someone was looking for a way to smooth the waves up, the torture of it going up in flame. I'm in green flashing past on the metro, feeling none of that jade feel. Maybe if my eyes were that color. Some thing was thrown up in a dream last night, a relief, like a cat's hair ball but not enough --- copyright LYN LIFSHIN ALL ABOUT ME It is not the person burning, no physical self-immulation for LIFSHIN. Hers is a confessional of the survivor, the unexpected one for whom suicide can NEVER be an option. Yes, there is an unstated playfulness in referencing Ezra Pound's 'station in the Metro' - the vague, dark, indistinguishable otherness with which strangers on the street pass us. Rather, But, LYN LIFSHIN speaks of a similarly random world and making that world hers through 'passing' observation. Beyond the persona, out of reach, quickly coming into being then racing away is a world occupied by those who fight natural occurences.This is the world as youth see it: self-referential, approachable only in sleep. Youth envisions the great pangs of aging, illness, loneliness as unavoidable, everlasting punishment for crimes not committed, and it comes too quickly. Too quickly, so easily for youth, the world in which people act passes into the dream world to which youth reacts. The very idea that bad things happen (as LYN LIFSHIN's poem series confesses) occurs only in one's private world. -JOHN HORVATH Jr. I am guilty, the persona seems to say. Even fire and wave are not evil; evil comes from within - physically and metaphorically. poetryREpairs.com welcomes your essay on a topic related to poetry. |
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| WENDY L. HAMMOND Last If you must mourn When i go Gather in a room full of lilacs Tell them to wear blue jeans And t-shirts, - not black Bring poetry And music So my ashes can dance Don't put me in a box No lids nor deep holes Think of me feather like Weightless and free Unfolded, empowered - Solidity Don't surround Me with creaky chairs Or tears No fancy eulogies About my living years No tombstones, no graveyards Processions Or long cars Just a room full of lilacs And a sky full of stars To remind them - Breathe --- copyright WENDY L. HAMMOND. "Last" was previously published on058ymp 'all the fine arts are species of poetry' |
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