brittle light
brittle light
Jun 09, 2016

Sinker

wavy
line hooks
cast
a shadowy
mark indistinct

un-lucid
rest
banished
eyes
scene squint
a probably
or maybe not
gordian knot
or perhaps
nothing but an eyelash
dangling
confusing
visionary mind baubles
I don't know

but, if I cared
you'd be the last
to scream
"I told you so"
nemesis
coward
of unknown
conviction

write your own
eulogy

About This Poem

Last Few Words: for me; an experiment; capturing on paper, free falling words, some patch work done, not much..still, neither head nor tail, yet I kinda like it . Go figure!

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

weirdelf

One tiny thing screamed out at me-
nothing but an eyelash
it totally blew the underwater imagery, feeling, scenario sustained up to that point.
Fish, notoriously, have no eyelashes.
This might sound like pedantry; it's not, it's about the poetry. They probably don't blink either though that didn't bother me. Go figure.

brittle light

you are making more of the continuity than this deserves.
I didn't know what the hell I was writing about.
That was part of the intention.
so it panned out as confusing to me as anyone else.
but, If I wanted to write about a fish with eyelashes, I would with no compunction.

I'm smiling that this was at all appealing to anyone, including you.
sometimes nonsense is the correct interpretation.

thanks,

brittle light

your guess was as good as mine!

I wasn't trying to fool anyone into thinking this was a legit piece with meaning and moral, just playing, with hope of discovering something, anything, new for me to use, or abuse, in service to Mankind and poetry. Yeah...that's surely what I meant!

beware, the tricks of wordsmiths.

judyanne

Fishing, the sleepy tranquility associated with this occupation...
the gordian knot/ eyelash obscuring vision...

Then the last part escapes me.... so I'm probably way out with the first lol

I like it....
love judy
xxx

brittle light

the last part...two old guys, (fishing?) . in today's parlance, 'frenemies'.
long standing animosity, but tied at the hip because of their favorite 'fishing hole',

'write your own eulogy' is their favorite insult to each other...

I'm making this all up, after the fact. I don't know what the hell it means either!

thank you Judy,

Esker

Esker

8 years 10 months ago

exaclty as Judyanne notes!
even the floaters..those pesky unhinged cells that float in our aqau vitrous
give meaning to the blurry visions as our mind runs its gamut of
image recognition sometimes drawing up
memory and meaning in its intuitive and flash like
impacts when focusing!

your writing is sharper
and superb
with the off the cuff feel
to it when reading

coffee cigarette and chilling
with my ex but still present
Lady
laundry going round

i was not a fisherperson
but chummed with those
who lived it breathed it
taking me with them
what I noted that I thought
I would not see nor be
revealed was the secret
exciting places for worms
or minnow traps...
the feel of the silence
and space tranquil on
the water that would
hit me immensely
like a spiritual essence
and the light and
cloud movement
the sound
and that feel of
life below nipping
on the line

an intuitive awareness
beyond our mere
limited personal
spaces
this poem has
conveyed me the
true memory of
such outings

thank U!

(and even metaphoric
in my tete to tete with
others of such textual
thought fishing.!)

brittle light

You are quite perceptive, clear eyed, and correct about the dangling eyelash, as I see it, from hindsight.

A more natural, off the cuff feeling is still my major goal...whatever the theme or content.

reading your work helps, and inspires

thanks,