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The Pixilated Puppet W “W s b o h t r o a Willness o a d t given, wisdom r i e gained…perhaps be, e n n t but what price to pay d e h for knowledge, dearly? Thoughtful d w y lives lie fall o w f . a under shadows darkened by the lie, o . s c atop green meadows, r . t h as one childhood an eternal . r oice fantasy reappears moment held J e be? with a butterfly in still. Due e l Mortal motion stilled to thy h life before tears, caught delirium o d rest? In freeze frame thought v a Storied by humanity’s chill, dearly, a n saplings, Mind’s “I” h g grounded weeds visions, not, chilled ’ l of forest, each, future, merely, s i alone, mere but reflects n grains of the dreams p g sand in emtombed r hourglass in marbled e b hoistered, hearts of c y by the AM, man where i to abled message, o d ode brass sent, lies u e grated in garbled. s t celestial History, a concertto. be judge? p c So it is, Perhaps, u h as well, if meant p ment, molded a violin’s be, with p sculpture bow bowed return of e scythed on dawning’s heaven’s t serene in amative piano. Mercury, placement, He; but a d particle, y as well, i decrying n too afar g for such ! a being lying |
Additional Notes:
This is one of my "complex" modern poems, and I will follow it with an example of one of my most "simple" poems taken from my "earilier" period.
I realize many may not appreciate this piece or even take the time to try and "read it",
although it is not as difficult as some of my other "pieces". Basically, you read down
"Wooden wastrel" until you reach the "knee" of the puppet, "placement, and then back to
top to "What thy" reading completly down to "piano", neglecting large open spaces. Then
back to the top of the head, to "Willness given" following down to shoulder with
"humanity"s chill", back up again to "stored for an eternal" down to the foot,
"a being lying", and, finally, back up again to "brained" reading down to
conclusion..."puppet dying".
The full text formatted regularly would read,
Wooden wastrels dangling by detachment,
Molded sculptures scythed serene in placement,
“What thy choice? Mortal lives before rest?”
Storied saplings, grounded weeds of forest,
Each, alone, mere grains of sand in hourglass
Hoistered by the AM, to abled ode brass
Grated in celestial concerto.
So it is, as well, a violin’s bow
Bowed on dawning’s amative piano.
Willness given, wisdom gained…pehaps be,
But what price to pay for knowledge, dearly?
Thoughtful lie fallow under shadows
Darkened by the lie, atop green meadows,
As one childhood fantasy reappears
With a butterfly in motion stilled tears,
Caught in freeze frame by humanity’s chill,
Stored for an eternal moment held still.
Due to thy delirium thought dearly,
Mind’s “I” visions, not, chilled future, merely.
But reflects the dreams entombed in marbled
Hearts of man where message, sent, lies garbled.
History, be judge? Perhaps, if meant be,
With return of heaven’s Mercury; He,
But a particle, as well, decrying
Too afar for such a being lying
Brained…Jehovah’s precious puppet dying!
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2004-02-07 18:37:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.25000
Dear Robert,
This piece is amazing and has a nice rhyming scheme. It's more complex than I'm used to reading, although
all of your work is extremely perplexing to me. (This is not meant as an insult), rather I can't compete,
to this style of writing - but in reality find it enjoyable to read. You are talented, and these stories come alive in my mind with the unusual imagery you use.
Thumbs up - on all of your poems for you sir are in a league of your own.
best to you,
DeniMari