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An Incantation Against Illness
Rainbow
strike! Colors splash
through ashen seasons; a
daydream, headtrip, fountain spray of
prisms.
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Delightfully visual. And you've caused me to conjure up an incantation o' my own, thank you...
Sunshine
burst! Light disperse
through fog filled morn'; a
spirit, sister, woman - born o'
the dawn. |
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| You've struck a chord with this one. I do like the imperative idea. In fact, I like imperatives in poems generally. It's so refreshingly audacious to command things around in a poem. Rainbow ... get your colorful butt over here and deal with this gloom. Why don't you fork over that pot of gold while you're at it ... or maybe just some pot. I'm flexible. |
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| Who-ha! What a delight! Like a slap of cold water! Blew those blues away! Very nicely done. |
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Comment by: Juan2 - 2008-02-28 15:50
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Filled with color and images, the incantation is entrancing. I too read that opening ("Rainbow/strike!") as a command and find it entertaining the power you lend the rainbow. Ties in with that incantation, for the power of the rainbow must be magicical to compare with the bad weather of (and all that come along with) "ashen seasons."
happy writings. |
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Tim, this made my day - I'm reading the 'strike!' as an imperative. An incantation against those cerebral freezing fogs that fuck up the normal emotional palette. This really did work for me. The internal assonance (splash/ashen, seasons/prisms) really does turn it into an incantation.
Thanks for a read I won't forget in a long time. XX |
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