Patet exposita ad oculos…edit 1 brownlie, billy et moi

[billy]

i have no idea what the title means i enjoyed it but theres a glut of alliteration in there. while the sub headings broke and ordered the stanzas they mainly did play any part of the poem form me, as the like The Consequent Surreality of Faith....automatically press my fuck this for a lark button good narrative but felt a bit too clever. can you start a thread about Erthona maybe (in a discussion forum or the pig's arse, he'd like that (what happened? ))

Verse 1. Religious images as Aide Memoirs why not leave a line spacing under the sub headings?
Devotions clasped in fingers waxed by molten Mary Magdelenes;
incensed, she curls the smoke about as Proust shouts out,
all splendid clad, in golden garbs shrunk taught as skin
by iron-red rodding rain. i think some of the punctuation needs working on though i don't know where

Verse 2. The Consequent Surreality of Faith
Skies slide by, shriven; crackling crisp and blowing dry nice c's and s's the words are popping in this line.
as Satan's breath. Neath burning blast her blisters burst why the period and cap? the neath burni...(the rest of the line) sounds wrong, should it be blasts?
and ooze out holy spirit from the still and torpid vestments that
her God made fleeting flesh.

Verse 3. The Afterlife as an Acceptable Living Belief
The bulging bag of jagged bones jangles in a silent song where none strong j sounds, but from the rest of the poem beginning to think that alliteration is being overly utilised.
who hear have air to breathe or ears to sense the coming storm;
though flashed by fiery foment, fury stirs but aether, cold and thin.
None feel the changing wind.

Verse 4. The Obvious nature of Truth
Moments pass in unremembered aeons, while tuneless trumpets blare away
her faith that once was safe. Harboured in her Bundled His, pulsing with
unskinned and hollow drums, she watched hot running rivulets return
to pool in cooling seas..

and yet the sea, it is not full.
(Ecclesiastes Ch.1, v.7)

tectak
Organic verse based upon the futility of faith seen as a commentary upon the bleedin’ obvious. All the rivers run in to the sea…and yet the sea, it is not full.
For Erthona(RIP)