Monday, August 24, 2009

Crosseyed & Painless

Sowing New Seed for the Board of Agriculture and Technical Instruction for Ireland ~ William Orpen

And walking in the light of a world three times removed
My shadow hand sows stars upon the dark and tilled earth grooved

A new sky display with counterpoint suns and clouds of disbelief
Seeds the day with rust’s perfume peppered by time the thief

I breathe this poison in, arrest it in my sunken chest
There to germinate into the path that suits me best

And pausing briefly I pour myself another cup of someday
To sweeten yet the open chests of birds laid out in black array

All button eyed and feather frayed and risen from the dead


James Higham said...

To sweeten yet the open chests of birds laid out in black array.

Now, is that nice, Pisces?

Pisces Iscariot said...

Nice? Really James, how long have you been reading this stuff? Nice?

Yodood said...

We must always revisit meals we've only killed with conclusive labels but never digested at elusive tables. If someday doesn't sweeten the meal perhaps it can keep the peptic memories down at the to-go window.

Anonymous said...

I'd like to see Khronos smite that time thief...

Jon said...

suggestion for a final line (though I'm not sure that you'd like a rhyme for a poem like this):

the flower withers while the seed remains


and word verification asks me for "quake"

i'll have to rate this one subterranean

Pisces Iscariot said...

Yodood: "peptic memories" is what you get when ordering at the drive-thru window :)

Subby: Kronos - I did enjoy that movie

Jon: Thanks for the suggestion - subterranean is good ;]

James Higham said...


the walking man said...

"And pausing briefly I pour myself another cup of someday"

My favorite line on a raft of good lines.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Walking man: By your choice of beverage i can tell you're a man of impeccable taste ;}

Harlequin said...

I always like how you work with couplets....
and I have been noodling around on the last one....

recent learning awakening unbidden forms of dread
an awakening borne of hanging by a thread

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: mmm... either of those lines would fit perfectly - thanks! :)
The reason i left the last one on its own was to bring the whole thing to a brutal full stop.