Inland Sea

[tectak]

Soft orchid mouths
drip moonlight gossamer,
sad nets of coercive balladryOK, Cards on the table. This is "wordy". It is also quite beautiful. In fact, so overcome was I that I did not struggle with the meaning of "sad nets of coercive balladry". I'm going to say this. This is one of the rare occasions when I have five words in a line which individually have meanings clear, but together meanings moribund fantastic cenotaphs make. Huh?

and I cannot sleep.I am not surprised

Gritty teeth
abstain
from knitting and pearling
the brokenness together,
while brillo tongues
risk setting fire
to the unpatterned quilt
of arterial wild -Now stop already. Again...I love how this SOUNDS but cannot, just cannot, get orgasmic over the MEANING. What am I to make of this stanza Gritted yes, gritting no; knitting teeth; incendiary brillo pads; a quilt made of arterial wild hyphens? Help. I WANT to make sense of this but only if you tell me it MAKES sense. It does not HAVE to make sense to be enjoyed but I want to be sure of my pleasures.

and twisting in the wind
I cannot sleep.I am not surprised. You started this repetition thing

In shameless ink
your eyes
are the mourning sun,
untouchable
within stingy whispers
and jealous borders, I guess I am a philistine, sorry phil. This is way too deep for me. Please tell me you are taking the piss....or help me

and in the weight of your shadow
I cannot sleep.

Wide awake
I am nimbly afflicted,
a childs hunger pain
in august epitaph,Sorry Aish. You have lost me entirely. It is my own fault. "Nimbly afflicted" just makes me feel autistically challenged. The concept of nimble (1. Quick, light, or agile in movement or action; deft: nimble fingers. 2. Quick, clever, and acute in devising or understanding: nimble wits.) as an adjunct to "afflicted" (afflicted - grievously affected especially by disease) just defeats me. See end.


envious

of idle beauty
of turquoise and roses
of lies
become honeyed addictions.

And without your double sky
I cannot sleep.

Hey! You've nicked the quilt!!!!
Rushed. Will get back on this.
Best,
tectak
I cannot take back what I have said in the body of this piece. There is a genre (there ALWAYS is) which relies entirely upon mental imagery derived from the juxtaposition of one word with another that I am aware of. To be absolutely fair, I cannot despise this piece because I believe it does induce imagery by the method above. I do not like it for the same reason. Sometimes, whilst dreaming, I believe I can play the piano. When I am awake I know that I cannot. When I read this piece, I believe that I understand it......but then I wake up.
Best,
tectak