I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 July 2015

Ripping It Up

Hypnotised by his own music
dances to the beat
JIG jig  / JIG jig / JIG jig / THUMP!

and the guitar whines
and the guitar shrieks
and the guitar becomes

a deadly mosquito
cre-SCENdo-ing
to stab, to pierce.

I am all over the floor
destroyed
remade.

There is nowhere
left to go
and no need.


Day Two of facebook poetry chain. Linked to Gillena's Monday WRites and to The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.



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20 comments:

  1. Noopur6 July 2015 at 16:14

    Wow... I loved the way you expressed :)

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  2. Unknown7 July 2015 at 03:15

    And now I want to dance. Gonna turn on the music right now!

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky7 July 2015 at 03:45

    "I am all over the floor/destroyed/remade." WOW!

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi8 July 2015 at 01:05

    This is awesome! Loved your style :D

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  5. thotpurge8 July 2015 at 01:31

    This has punch! Like the way it comes together!

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  6. kaykuala8 July 2015 at 02:03

    It gets to question the why and wherefores of the guitar music's intruding interlude. Will music make that much difference to affect the bubbling soul? Intrusive take Rosemary! Great thinking!

    Hank

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  7. Gillena Cox8 July 2015 at 03:21

    i find mosquitoes to be sooo annoying, i swat them with an electronic swatter; Thanks for linking up at Monday WRites, Rosemary

    much love...

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  8. brudberg8 July 2015 at 04:05

    I think I have seen that person.. It's great to keep in shape though.

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  9. Gemma Wiseman8 July 2015 at 07:08

    This sounds like funk music given a voice. Love the mosquito analogy. That stings well.

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  10. Unknown8 July 2015 at 10:45

    I love me some Neil Young!!!

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  11. Gail8 July 2015 at 11:01

    I like your poem and have known this feeling.

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  12. rallentanda8 July 2015 at 13:01

    Uh oh...it's the lead up to the full moon again LOL ! Take it easy Rosemary !

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  13. Vandana Sharma8 July 2015 at 15:39

    like a phoenix

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  14. Anonymous8 July 2015 at 21:08

    Pretty much describes my attempt at dancing! Liking the guitar stanza ...great little poem

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  15. Kerry O'Connor8 July 2015 at 22:33

    This is an innovative approach to poetry writing, especially in the way you have included sound devices.

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  16. C.C.9 July 2015 at 11:40

    Well, YOU completely ripped this up. Awesome piece :-) It's so effectively written that I can see it/hear it.

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  17. Susie Clevenger9 July 2015 at 13:38

    I feel this one...I feel the music, the dance...life to a beat.

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  18. Marian9 July 2015 at 20:08

    This made me think.... everybody knows this is nowhere. Wonderful!
    It's been a while since I danced like that. I should do something about that!

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  19. aspiritofsimplicity9 July 2015 at 20:47

    love this. It made me think of my boyfriend who often plays his guitar at home.

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  20. ayala10 July 2015 at 04:02

    Lovely poem!

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