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the theatre of cloned mimes
fold curious drapes along incongruos lines

...of dotted crumbs pathed to the hearth of my crimes
sailor men and women barrel headlong with scurvy and limes

withheld mutiny of bounties willow formless belles of christened chimes
stroked neckle grapes of albatross beaks wing marinaded mariners to balmier climes




the tinsel compass of crushed emotes
oyster itches in clammed
tinned rotes


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I don't know why, but this poem made me think of feathers and an aluminum can. Repeating symbolism? is the mutiny between symbolic belles? or belles that aren't there but are just surreal as the figment of the imagination living in their marinaded world with sailors? I'd like to see a picture of this.

fuschia - feathers and an aluminium can. absolutely!

this (little piece) is somewhat spawned from imagery from both my reading experiences - as a boy - of the rime of the ancient mariner ( a MUST READ) and mutiny on the bounty

the emotes of being emotionally becalmed in forlornness sees and foreboding with a lost and confused sense of (internal) direction.

the feathers of flight. the albatross. and even more so the foreboding of "albatroscities"...adrift sans bounty, like a tin can, be it in space or the oceans, but wherever that space prevails awaiting the culture of the pearl to be created through the agitation of and for the need for change.

just a theatre of the mind. and especially never mind.
especially of the matter.

thanks.

wylde wrote:

fuschia - feathers and an aluminium can. absolutely! this (little piece) is somewhat spawned from imagery from both my reading experiences - as a boy - of the rime of the ancient mariner ( a MUST READ) and mutiny on the bounty the emotes of being emotionally becalmed in forlornness sees and foreboding with a lost and confused sense of (internal) direction. the feathers of flight. the albatross. and even more so the foreboding of "albatroscities"...adrift sans bounty, like a tin can, be it in space or the oceans, but wherever that space prevails awaiting the culture of the pearl to be created through the agitation of and for the need for change. just a theatre of the mind. and especially never mind. especially of the matter. thanks.

The agitation stirred from becoming becalmed in apprehension (in your own internal direction) is what steers the need for change among all severing atrocities. Therefore, you will no longer be misguided under a trilling sense of confusion.

hmmm..sated states. do they continue to inspire or are they a pyre to emotes.
stirred by agitation. brilliant.

wylde wrote:

hmmm..sated states. do they continue to inspire or are they a pyre to emotes. stirred by agitation. brilliant.

both, i'd say. the sated states are steered by internal direction to the point where they are inspired, but are also bound to be agitated in the sense that they would be difficult to acclaim. eclectic motes emoting from the (inward) surface.

withheld mutiny...yes! are we all balancing on that line?

FuchsiaFestival! wrote:

wylde wrote: hmmm..sated states. do they continue to inspire or are they a pyre to emotes. stirred by agitation. brilliant. both, i'd say. the sated states are steered by internal direction to the point where they are inspired, but are also bound to be agitated in the sense that they would be difficult to acclaim. eclectic motes emoting from the (inward) surface.

unsated states seer the steer, for me...


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i will haunt an echo on soft pebbles skim
belly shaved slips slid over lids
boiled over steam
flushed akin to skin
volcanoes vulcan tires re:
juvinated in floculations trim
sails billow

under neath the pillow of stoney dreams
marching across the sky
in seams

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thankx.

doris wrote:

withheld mutiny...yes! are we all balancing on that line?

yes. paralysed by fear or ignorance.