Sunday, January 01, 2006

Mind Within, Snow Without

The dolorous prelude of grey
etches a phantasmal white cluster
dancing the dance of moribund
pleasure.

But over the darkness - what?
The consciousness of tact and turmoil
quarrells with inner sanctuary and restless
peace.

Thinking of tainting the virgin white;
with fleeting foot and hurricane mind
the body of impulse and appreciation
springs.

The panorama of shadowing half-ruin
evokes a dateless expectancy and
indefinable desire which lingers for another
season.

14 Comments:

Blogger transience said...

i love the word dolorous. just haven't had the chance to use it often. oh wait, that could be a new year's resolution right there.

3:27 AM  
Blogger Danny Sillada said...

I have not yet experienced the snow but the way you used it in your imagery I could feel it through my senses (with fantastic photo of it).

This poem takes us on a metaphysical journey toward nature and sensual memory.

4:15 AM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

I also adore the word "dolorous." I enjoyed your unique weaving and phrasing of words again in this piece. Ex. "hurricane mind."
I also smiled at your title.

6:15 AM  
Blogger the cloned corpse of marcus tal said...

No disrespect, but I am aware whilst reading your poetry that it does take you a long time to get to the point. Is this deliberate?

7:53 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

transience - That sounds like a perfect resolution. I dare you to use "dolorous" in a sentence everyday... double dare you in fact.

danny - Sometimes I think the snow is better to view from afar... very far. Thank you for the comments. Also, I really enjoyed reading your poetry - and the meaning behind each one.

GEL - Thank you for the lovely comments. I would have never guessed "dolorous" had fans out there!

the cloned corpse of marcus tal - Everything's deliberate - after all, I'm creating it. Everyone isn't going to enjoy every style. To each their own. Thank you for checking it out.

10:29 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

looks like trans is trying to catch those dolorous snowflakes on somebody elses tongue!

great poem and great photo too!

9:56 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

i agree with danny. your poems do manage to touch the senses...i also loved the title :)

happy new year!

1:27 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

cj - Snowflakes, yeah. I'm keeping my mouth shut, else I get into trouble.

lorena - Thank you very much! Have a terrific '06!

1:14 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Hi and Happy New Year 2006!
Since you haven't had time to pleasure us with new creativity,
I read this a few times, savoring various parts.

I always read poetry outloud.I thoroughly enjoy the sounds in this piece. The alliteration with "d", "t", and "f" works so nicely along with consonance of sounds within your words to evoke this mood of winter.

10:26 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

c'mon lazy. gimme more!!!

10:28 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - A spectacular 2006 to you as well! You're going to spoil me with all your kind words!

cocaine jesus - I've been channeling the heavens for inspiration... Or, just watching football.

12:43 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Uh, I was tempted to tease you like CJ did, but I don't know you well enough!

P.S. I'm being nudged on my other blog "everyday/write about anything" older blog for a post, but I do work very long hours, am a mother, and occassionaly even sleep. (What a concept.)

3:00 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - You don't have to know me that well to tease. I'm sort of like that good natured puppy that really doesn't give a shit that its being teased. I'll still jump in your bed - not literally; the puppy will.

12:09 AM  
Blogger Rax said...

hey, I saw this poem in my scrying glass.

2:39 PM  

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