Battlemage ~ Donato Giancola
As I tiptoe across the lake’s meniscus
Leave ringing trails of ripple tides
Falling birds will feather reason’s edges
And bells peal waves that reach the other side
And with feet of clay I mould myself
A fable cast in porcelain
While burning bonfires on the beach of soapbox dreams
Windmill stator winding armature inducing
Voltage in a cortex fold
Sparks will fly into the night defined
And heaving heart to stem the rising satellite
I plough the stars to fit you in
As I rest my head on hope’s meniscus
Surrender daily to the rising tides
Kiting birds will define my reason’s edges
And silent bells transport me to the other side
And Unsurprised I find myself
Alone in a long story cut short
While windmills burn on beaches far removed from dreams
Electric current finds no path to earth
Buzzing in my teeth
Undefined, Unconnected to the reeling stars
And tasting night upon my tangled tongue
I swim to you in water waved in light
8 comments:
Beautifull poem, I like your own personal style,
you have a special way of saying things, very particular,
you use also particular words, I like a lot that you have your own search in your own style.
Great images I could extract from this poem, a great atmosphere that made me feel interesting sensations, special ones, I guess your style of sensation.
Nice to read you my friend
M
Brilliant.
I found myself strangely aroused by "I rest my head on hope’s meniscus" until I googled it.
I can only echo the greatness of Mariana's wisdom, and absorb the wealth of your words.
this feels so haunting and tender to me, and I Love how you have evoked the sense of taste... the sense that seems to be less stimulated and attended to than the others in expressive work.... the title grabbed me right away and the whole piece flowed so well from that early capture
Mariana: thank you for your wonderful feedback - it makes it all worth doing.
Donn: whatever turns you on :)
Jimmy: as usual, your comments are much appreciated
Harlequin: As you probably know, it is not always obvious what is being created during the process of creating - I approach writing in the same way I do painting: just apply words until a picture emerges :D
that was wonderful stuff...and i like your discription of creation in above comment, as well. I feel much the same. Happy day!
..cold day, brr
Pisces, talk about swimming in water waved in light check out the resemblance of your picture at the top and this picture posted at Pharyngula the same day.
the word verification almost nailed it: lorid
Tom: thank you!
Yodood: W O W that is uncanny!!!!
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