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Contributed by invierno on Saturday, 18th March 2017 @ 11:17:45 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Imbued haughty pair of Crockett & Jones,
cobbled to fracture a seam of smile
by those destroyers of cultures,
now in inanimate compliance,
pound hallowed mahogany floors-
staccato sound roars from soul to sole-

hand made loafers, formerly twin lovers to

Composed Man;
(“Threadneedle Tycoon Cheats Death in 40 Meter Cliff Fall!”)

at last, unplugged from tubed, beeping cocoon-

The Outer;
skin, bone, the unimportant,
mending well, pharma fed;

The Inner:
Composed Man,
(that which held the Outer ‘composed’)
blessedly dead.

New eyes opened.

Jagged Man,
leaving behind (forever) a now repugnant
Kensington manse,
had footwear to choose,
and one hour hence,
not caring two-pence,
of random chance seized upon those very shoes.

Returned to the Eye of the Needle,
smiling to his audible abuse;
(“What’s wrong with him?” fluttered Composed Ones)
sole slap, sole slap, sole slap-
Jagged Man, mightily bemused
so trite a thing a bite of sound could wring
lips pursed, eyes aghast.

“Poor dears”, his eyes spoke to them
with a wave goodbye.

Grateful to die to be alive at last.

Copyright © invierno ... [ 2017-03-18 11:17:45]
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Re: Transfiguration (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 18th March 2017 @ 04:05:17 PM AEST
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The concept of parting with our outer shell to pass beyond death into who-knows-where is popular.(Logan/'/s Run). Making frightening events less so is an exclusively human skill..(the tooth fairy..). As species go, we know too much. We anticipate. We obsess.
Your fantasy poem has set our table with reassuring comfort food for the imagination. A diet from compulsive reality.
Your writes always offer us a sliver of "what ifs manship", a bit of second looking, gift wrapped in philosophy, and worthy of the reader. I enjoyed this journey, but the road was too brief. softerware

Re: Transfiguration (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Sunday, 19th March 2017 @ 09:49:26 AM AEST
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The last line says it all. Finding you peace without stuff is a freeing revelation. Love.


Re: Transfiguration (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 31st March 2017 @ 03:42:22 AM AEST
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so we would sail upon a skiff
take the skiff on a small ride
aboard the Chevy Skylark
to Kensington lake metro park
still in high school smoking the weed
in the late nineteen seventies we four
And sometimes five
We would sail
we did sail
sail we did
sail the skiff

and was it convex or was it concave
the image in the sail
was it an image
in rear view or aft
nobody knew
nor ever cared

Yet it was fun

said the jagged man

yet it was fun.

nice write Invierno, you brought back memories!

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