'fleeting'
Got caught
Got caught
In this quirky circumstance
Of the unlit alleys of distraught emotions
And unexplained phobias
Where drowsy eyed 'gators of depressive thoughts
Yawn wide open in their readiness
To gobble up an entire being
Where wave after wave
Of hushed,hypocritical corporate conversations
Sound like deafening cacophonies
Where you become a kid once more
Wanting to cling to someone
Or something that's never there
The day after a school shootout
Where closed mindsets decide what 'good' is
Which is actually not
Which is actually not
Where..the colossus of gigantic business interests
Feeds on a collection of puny little solitary dreams
Like a whale devouring those shoals of tiny fishes
Where.a.tight lipped, hawk eyed jury
Chills you
To the marrow of your bones
For an opportunity that you lose out upon
Where relationships are deemed to be investments
That fluctuate with current price indices
Yet somehow
Out of this 'black hole'..
My thoughts and ideas escape
Like unchained,playful bumblebees
And butterflies seeking to interact with wild flowers
Me?
'nother faceless nobody
Trapped
In the fleeting twirls
And the crazy swirls
Of an ephemeral whirlwind
Inside my TV..
/original/z.g.
[from an earlier draft]
Reading this was like sitting in front of a street artist who gets the portrait exactly right. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHi Zoya, until I got to the last line I had your situation to be you engrossed into the depth of your newspaper.
ReplyDeleteThen you told on the TV. Thank you, that ties things together. I was waiting, knowing you would tell.
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Sounds like it might be time to turn off the t.v.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem.
Thank you for sharing it.
What a wonderful lead to a great ending!
ReplyDeleteIt sounded just like street beat poetry being read...great stuff!!
ReplyDeleteLove how the images swirl around and don't settle into some sense until the final revelation! Almost a mystical artwork of ideas on one hand and like the emblazoned, coded artwork of graffitti on the other!
ReplyDeleteGreat images, like an old noir movie - wonderful woork!
ReplyDeleteThe fleeting, almost non-entity status of modern life flashed on TV. A clever idea. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteChilling view, but very powerful.
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of the beatniks in Greenwich Village! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI liked the journey it took me....
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the language and images are extraordinary: "unlit alleys of distraught emotions." Very evocative, and a nice twist at the end.
ReplyDeleteI love politacal poetry!!! very nice!
ReplyDeleteHow true, how true. It would we USA is going through this right now. Great writing!!
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by the time i reached the end, i felt as if i could not catch my breath...i think this perfectly captures why i cannot partake of tv very often!
ReplyDeleteah, a very clever and well done piece!
ReplyDeleteThe choppy rhythm and periodic alliteration really feed into the way that TV presents us with information. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is nearly Avant but grounded in the everyday in the language of many. I have strong prejudices against mainstream TV. Yes, I agree with mr. Gault - time to turn it off but not before you've written this great poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have discovered how to put television - that mockery of the written word - in its place with the written word. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for stopping by to read my fleeting interpretation...
I can feel the frenzy! Makes me want to shut the damned thing off! You captured the mood well!
ReplyDelete..A Big Thanks To All Of U..
ReplyDeleteA fascinating read. I enjoyed this.
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