Saturday, March 29, 2008

The Density of Foam (Sunday Scribblings)

The lack of grip
And things to hold
Have brought me to
A world unknown

So very far
From what was grasped
A flaming road
To nothingland

Where all is great
And glooming sad
For what may come
And never has

We’ll ride the slope
And sink with fire
To face this trench
Its cause: desire

Yet there is hazard
In the art of being
A fragile mix
Of pulsing light

Exposing will
In anxious needs
To burst expression
Or swallow dry

How one must squeeze
The bending notes
That bounce off walls
Like fleeting ghosts

Then die away
Amidst thin air
As if their sparks
Had not been there

It’s not about
Their short-lived sing
Nor what could make
Them come to be

But that they were
And were with passion
For notes that ring
Are notes set free


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13 comments:

Greyscale Territory said...

What a fascinating mix of ideas! Not sure if my translation is what you intended (in fact, I may change my mind in a moment again), but I get a sense of disappointed vision ~ beginning with "flamingo road". It is as if you are wallowing in the foam of someone else's unbiogradable detergent.

Just fascinating!

Gemma

gautami tripathy said...

I find here a sense of release..

word by word

anthonynorth said...

So many concepts, dealt with admirably.

tumblewords said...

I love poetry like this - pieces that have many layers, many abstract ideas and thoughts embedded in a base of imagination. Love it!

tumblewords said...

I returned to say thank you for the lovely comment on my blog!
And it worked out well, because I wanted to read 'The Density of Foam' one more time today!

Wine-dark Sea said...

truly fine...

WDS

a1ste said...

wow very well written.

i love the last stanza.

arboleda said...

I like the way you name those small fragile images to communicate deeper ideas

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Clare said...

Hi Gilson! I absolutely love this. It's haunting, beautiful, lyrical, hopeful, and deeply wise. It speaks to humanity on every level. The stanza "yet there is hazard/ in the art of being/ a fragile mix/ of pulsing light" is especially lovely. And the last stanza is breathtakingly beautiful -- it really spoke to my spirit!!
:)

Clare said...

Hi Gilson! I tagged you to do a 10 x 10 meme -- see my 4/14/08 post for details! I hope you had a really nice weekend.
:)

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