Array ( [sid] => 183455 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gravity [time] => 2016-08-19 07:28:55 [hometext] => //(Description in the body)// I actually take a little pride in some of my phrasing and choice of words here. [bodytext] => (I started this based on a state of mind I was in, as well as a "daydream" you could say,
in which I saw myself being pulled into darkness, as I felt how this poem starts for
nearly a half-dozen hours this morning at work, and I found myself concerned
for and of my thoughts and almost... existentially petrified; terrific, without the
specific suffix.(subtle subpar wordplay anyone?)
But, what turned it around-though only for a brief moment, was what this poem is,
and then I quickly returned again. Strangely however, in writing it out,
it feels far better of relief.

Gravity


Empty, nothing, hour still
Everywhere, silence shrill
Ripped, torn, bile-born
Enveloped, inward scorn

"Bring a torch-" she said,
"-It/'/s dark outside."
With smug remark I reply:
"And I am dark inside."

But the void is not a trifle
An inverse absconder
I/'/m drawn in and learn,
The reality of spurn

Ship becomes wreck;
Wreck becomes island;
Island becomes ship;
Recurrence in slip

Each transpiration
Excels sensation
Life is so slow...
Yet too fast for me

I say "The ship, isle,
/'/Macuahuitl***-style/'/;
They aren/'/t real,
But my soul surreal"

Back to senses and feet
"Scamper off in a hasty retreat!
You ruse of illusion!
Brightblind confusion!"

Pulled by gravity;
Near-drowned in brevity;
Letting go, it capitulate!
Following, I castigate!


***Though it may be obvious to some as to what this is intended to be, for those of whom it wouldn/'/t, I explain: The "macuahuitl"(I don/'/t even know how to necessarily pronounce it, but my guess is "Mah-kooUh/kwah-Hoy/hhwee-Tull/tle") is an ancient Aztec weapon utilizing shards of obsidian rock socketed into wooden planks, and used as "swords" and even "clubs". [comments] => 1 [counter] => 485 [topic] => 73 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Gravity


Gravity
Date: Friday, 19th August 2016 @ 07:28:55 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: xHeathenx
(I started this based on a state of mind I was in, as well as a "daydream" you could say,
in which I saw myself being pulled into darkness, as I felt how this poem starts for
nearly a half-dozen hours this morning at work, and I found myself concerned
for and of my thoughts and almost... existentially petrified; terrific, without the
specific suffix.(subtle subpar wordplay anyone?)
But, what turned it around-though only for a brief moment, was what this poem is,
and then I quickly returned again. Strangely however, in writing it out,
it feels far better of relief.

Gravity


Empty, nothing, hour still
Everywhere, silence shrill
Ripped, torn, bile-born
Enveloped, inward scorn

"Bring a torch-" she said,
"-It/'/s dark outside."
With smug remark I reply:
"And I am dark inside."

But the void is not a trifle
An inverse absconder
I/'/m drawn in and learn,
The reality of spurn

Ship becomes wreck;
Wreck becomes island;
Island becomes ship;
Recurrence in slip

Each transpiration
Excels sensation
Life is so slow...
Yet too fast for me

I say "The ship, isle,
/'/Macuahuitl***-style/'/;
They aren/'/t real,
But my soul surreal"

Back to senses and feet
"Scamper off in a hasty retreat!
You ruse of illusion!
Brightblind confusion!"

Pulled by gravity;
Near-drowned in brevity;
Letting go, it capitulate!
Following, I castigate!


***Though it may be obvious to some as to what this is intended to be, for those of whom it wouldn/'/t, I explain: The "macuahuitl"(I don/'/t even know how to necessarily pronounce it, but my guess is "Mah-kooUh/kwah-Hoy/hhwee-Tull/tle") is an ancient Aztec weapon utilizing shards of obsidian rock socketed into wooden planks, and used as "swords" and even "clubs".

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