Francis Xavier's quote: Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man, got me thinking. As a result, here's my latest offering.
Quote, un-quote
She scratched the quill across his face,
each stroke an invisible tattoo, meticulously
layered, to reveal
a watery reflection.
Yet even when the feather stops moving, the words continue
to curl and knot into his flesh, like bindweed;
roots of black ink creep, as ivy,
around his bones.
They continue to stretch and twist, unceasing,
until compacted, then overflow and snap to release an
alphabet of iron filings which tumble,
for others to breathe in, and commit to memory.
His etched young carbons compressed into being;
ready designed to view the world, with an early choice:
thrash those weeds with a sickle, or let the ink
flow freely through his veins.
Poem copyright (c) Jane Edwards 2010.
5 comments:
excellent,it begs the question do our souls truly exisit without lanugage.Something Noam Chomsky built his nobel peace prizewinning work on lol.
You truly have a gift and a uniqie perspective of description
jane,can I offer u a challene?can u write a poem which describes the freudian concepts of instincts eros - life and thanetos - death drive,im sure it would make an interesting poem
Thanks Andy!
I think I'd have to understand it first, so it would probably be v interesting! and not in a good way! :/
Maybe start me off on something a little easier eh? :) haha
lol sorry,my head full of randomness ! ok how bout a poem on the subject of my dissertation,-loneliness? Wiv maybe an element of how loneliness is a collective experience which we all share? X
what a profound quote - and equally thoughtful poem. true, too, i think - i love "to view the world, with an early choice" - through there are those that would try to remove choice from the equation, really, the best we can do prepare and inform. i'll be chewing on this one for a while...:)
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