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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8 January 2017

There Was This Man

(this out-of-standard dropout)

 He climbs from a hole in the ground,
trots jerkily through the cemetery
gorging on wreaths of roses
redder than blood –
plunging his whole face, tearing. 

Wearing green; devouring flowers ...
yet nothing about him suggests 
life or nature. He has crawled
from some circle of Hell; he has lost
everything he ever loved or was.
For Play It Again 7 Jan. 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads', we are asked to be inspired by Laurie Anderson, or the Out of Standard movie clip 'Film School Dropout' (see below), or (in 55 words) by Dante Alighieri. It was mostly the movie clip that got me, but I also gave nods to Anderson and Dante, and wrote it in 55 words. The fact that I have recently been bingeing on 'The Vampire Diaries' crept in there too.


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10 comments:

  1. Jim8 January 2017 at 15:52

    Creepy guy if I've ever read of one! This was such fun reading, Rosemary. Loved it!
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  2. brudberg8 January 2017 at 18:11

    Love the horror.. for some reason it's fun with beasts coming from the ground.

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  3. Kerry O'Connor8 January 2017 at 19:24

    An insightful interpretation.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi8 January 2017 at 23:29

    Love how you bring the video to life with your words, Rosemary. He does look like he crawled out of hell. Gave me the shudders!!

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  5. kaykuala8 January 2017 at 23:37

    The first stanza itself brings one onto the eerie and dark road immediately! Very effective Rosemary!

    Hank

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  6. Magaly Guerrero9 January 2017 at 03:59

    The imagery in the first stanza is intense enough to eat.

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  7. Anonymous9 January 2017 at 10:10

    Splendidly laid out tale of mystery

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  8. Julian10 January 2017 at 09:02

    Liked this peice of dark poetry

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    1. Julian10 January 2017 at 09:03

      (I will one day learn how to spell piece)

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  9. grapeling11 January 2017 at 15:00

    he's orange, isn't he? ~

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