peculiar Mr. Einkflau

Mr. Einkflau, the man who dreams while he's awake, in the garden where sheep graze.

the night is a giant ink spillage

dries out after a while

but I’m clumsy and spill and spill

sometimes when it’s cold

I spill more often

and when it’s warm

I’ll spill less 

I’ll confess

 

my hands shake in the winter

like Parkinson’s disease

and in the summer

I sit in the sun

and watch time

drink a glass of wine

 

but when I write

I spill and blur out the words

luckily, there are holes

in my paper

shapes and forms

light and majestic constructions

seep through

let the day shine 

shivering chills in my spine

 

but I'll spill again

with a different color

during the day

when I try and write a sonnet

or a poem about the birds

I make the ink stained sky

stained in fluffy and white dye

 

I launch the sheep

with my catapult

and try and hit them with my ink

when I do, the ink drips off the wool

and falls like droplets on the earth

but when I miss

the bloated sheep float in the sky

with confused looks they pass me by

 

 

Reviews

[Sarah Khalil]

Thanks for the read request - I did read it before, I thought I reviewed it! So sorry :)

This poem is so thoughtful, and those are the ones that stand out, because they aren't beside themselves with emotion. They're introspective. Your use of the rhyming couplets here stands out and I know it's painstakingly deliberate. Don't be afraid to share your words. Don't let your hands shake. Mr. Einkflau - ink flow? Plenty of duality here. The bloated sheep is a bit of a morbid image to end it on, IMO, but that's just me I think. I'll notice something new every time I read this - it's as peculiar as Mr. Einkflau himself! My only criticism is that the rhythm picks up a bit with the rhymes, but other than that I don't quite feel it.

[plainme]

the rhymes at the start were a bit unintentional, I didn't mean to make it rhyme but somehow towards the middle I noticed I rhymed from them on on every last two lines of a verse, so I thought why not? Mr. Einkflau is indeed Mr. Inkflow! The bloated sheep was just an imaginative way of comparing the clouds, but the idea of a bloated sheep in the sky was something I just couldn't swipe underneath the bed. It's more a visual image I had and tried my best to reenact it in my poem. I guess that at the start there is less fluency because of the rhymes, and that's probably because I kinda forced them, tried to make the structure 'autistically correct'. Thank you for your review and your honesty, Sarah!

[Inda]

This is freaking awesome! One of my favorite from you so far! The imagery, the absurdity, everything is just fantastic!

[plainme]

Thank you very much Inda! :-)

[Paula]

There is a little (or lot) of Mr. Einkflaur in us all, I think. Your writing of this aptly encapsulates both concentrations of the aforementioned. Not to denigrate the work, but it was enjoyable. Thanks for the RR

[plainme]

Yeah I guess we've all got a Mr. Einkflau in us, I'm glad people can feel this poem! Thank you for your review, Paula!

[carol burgess romance]

very interesting read

[plainme]

Thank you Carol

[Cool Handless Luke]

Interesting work. I like how your words are almost like the blood within you - a deep a resounding part of you that you simply couldn't live with out. And yet what you see in life inspires you and almost commands you to "spill" your ink upon all the subjects that catch your heart and your mind. Thanks for sharing!

[plainme]

Oh thank you for your kind words, I'm sure Mr. Einkflau would appreciate it!