Bring Me You, One line.

One Line? :P

Bring Me Your One Line

 

 

 

 

I am not your kind.

You are not my KIND.

  Bring me your one line,

“I walked bye the lake,”

Complete the sentence and you will find your love.

Retain desceundo.

 

 

 

Maynard James Keena

Edgar Allen Poe

1809 Black Plague December

2023

 

Morella did you find her yet,

Sepulcher in the mirror garden fet,

I endulge myself in the sepulcher fated

Non withstanding, did you eye her yet,

I too had a heart, loss Him in the neatherworld

I cry and beg for the mirror door

Delusional shall we hate,

Reviews

[Perdition]

Interesting and not at all sure whether those are intentional typos or rather those missing letters may be something to consider?! Going with the translations and overall death theme descending into this I had to step back and wonder, think, and then taste the unusual water of the lake and then the arrival of Mr. Poe. Red stain-lipped women of his life? The missing N to the band man and even at the end...the "pen" had me wondering what sentence, what line completes the Spanish city and heart. Overall I guess you had me swirling with this one, juxtaposing for anything other than death and as your name implies ...reflectional writing and the slow release of reason seems to haunt the totality, which most need in order to get that one line if writers they become. Let there be labyrinths of pale disorder in which to find this ink and to finish the story, hell spent and quite unusual which can only rate a good thing. Thanks for the strange arrangements... thoroughly enjoyed it!

[1809 Black Plague December]

Well I won't agonize you too much, but yes, LOL :O

[Dennis Wolf]

Like a black rose
. That's what this vision looks to me like.
I don't think I can explain it better.
Cheers

[1809 Black Plague December]

thank you Dennis Wolf,
its a line I give when I'm sad,
I don't belong, so I tell the g;uy
complete the sentence and you'll find your true love

[Dennis Wolf]

No worries.

[emmajoygreen]

Perhaps?

Think before you throw away a word; one day you might need it

[Sami Khalil]

An invitation to write a one-liner for the sake of love. We have to fill in the blanks too. Love ripples on the lake.
Kudos.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Thank you so much Sami, :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome 😊

[Eilis]

Hello. Have you ever read Robert Creeley? You might enjoy his poetry if you haven’t yet. Your poetry has a similar cadence.

Your format is interesting. I wonder what the intent of placing the authorial information mid-poem is. It’s not a critique, it’s an interesting effect. It made me think of walking through a graveyard and stopping to read a stone then continuing on encountering the thought of the second stanza.

The poem is atmosphere. Emotionally laden. But also like a cipher. It is a work that induces thought. But also makes me feel in-of a place I don’t fully understand. I enjoyed reading this.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Thank so ever much Dear Ellis,
I will look for Robert Creeley, never read him/her.
I understand you are calling me an aduerea, :)
There are minuetos, haikus, senryus, to least mention. The dead end is to imagine what mishappens and clopaeus, fortel, my undying heart stampens. The sequendo, is a poem I reintroduce, so others remember, great agastamendo, ---Maynard James Keenan. Edgar Allen Poe.

[Lisasview]

I am rereading your words for the 4th time... working at figuring out your thoughts...
I love the title....
Lisa

[1809 Black Plague December]

Dear Lisaview,
thank you so much,
I hope the disterment agendos. Much graciousness, Maynard.