And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper
And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper
by Dr. P Fenderson
This story telling me is foReign,
hidden on the stones of our fur-fathers cast to tell our fortune -
only to have the shattered words thrown back
Exploratory emotions push through my skin, root hairs digging deep into the yet-to-be-known with the nourishment being probability of success.
Plant your seeds, log^men,
plan your seeds
agapE, the devourer moves upwards – a twhirling star particles surrounding flays maw from spirit and i am weightless
bliss
gravity well performing ultimate justice as this form rotates around its new-found binary forming the system
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ethereal vapors pulling all to oNe and a tumultuous joy embraces
This wind I ride upon…it has a secret name that was whispered in my years ago, so softly the clay godsesses spoke this talisMan’s true sign to me
the æons have taken more than our perception, but also This Name That Shall Not Be Spoken
the naming has begun again
only this star’s path shall mark the sign
and a sign will be wonder
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forever is an illusion
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I like the play on the words in here. I especially like the use of the word “agape” (meaning wide open) and agape (a type of love, pronounced with a hard “e”). Nice imagery with that word play by following it with the term “devourer”… powerful even. I get the idea of the universe being a wide open mouth closing over me, with starry gaps in the teeth, overlaid on the idea of a benevolent universe that wants me here. Nice.
Jeepers. This is a hell of a poem.
The early frontier hooks up with astronomy {Jerimiah Johnson meets Cpt. Kirk}…past and future one and the same? i enjoyed this 2008 Space Odyssey, Dr. P. ..and i’ll continue to read more deeply…(these are only first impressions of a Beetlejuicean).
‘foReign’, ‘fur-fathers’, ‘log^men’, ‘agapE’, ‘twhirling’, ‘oNe’, ‘talisMan’s’…i adore, since i am a door, the playfulness and experimentation of language [it was, afterall, created by us for us and not the other way around].
‘Forever is an illusion’ –i’ll drink mooseblood with the sirens of titan to that.
“ethereal vapors pulling all to oNe and a tumultuous joy embraces
This wind I ride upon…it has a secret name that was whispered in my years ago, so softly the clay godsesses spoke this talisMan’s true sign to me
the æons have taken more than our perception, but also This Name That Shall Not Be Spoken”—rugged individualism survives!