WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

A Poem by Alpris





time is flying off
            in a bll-uuuuuuu-rrrrr
i thought so! ...       thought i tasted
       the burnt edges of its
 post-lively frame
as it whipped past me in a
     decadent fog


and the clock! i saw
its needy hands waving rapidly
   a goodbye & see you soon, hopefully
to their master


and i saw; i knew it!
through alarmingly misty
windowpanes
        the sky turned to    a   dreaded          grey
tried to    fight the power of the hour
with armies of
     frustrated raindrops  and         heavy        cloud        guards
that fell apart with defeat; minutes tiptoed into the air
     and tickled the stars out from the night's belly


it flies
              much too fast
in a blll-uuuuuu-rrrrrr
        sly and persi
stent; yanks the sun up
  by its haloed hair
and returns home;    a ticking time bomb.




© 2012 Alpris


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I like a lot of the elements of the poem. I really enjoy how the poem progresses from the first launch point of time until it returns home to wait again. I also really like the alliteration you have going on with things like the suns "haloed hair" and the assonance of the phrase "the power of the hour." You had a lot of really nice personification in here as well. I think this piece is one of the most polished poems I have read from you and U really enjoyed it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alpris

11 Years Ago

Likewise. And that's good! Chaos has its upsides and downsides, I expect you are dealing with it lik.. read more
Clockwork

11 Years Ago

Yes it does indeed. I think that I have dealt with it well with all things considered. It still hurt.. read more
Alpris

11 Years Ago

Awww, you poor thing; yes it sounds rather rough there. Anything you want to talk about in private?



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There are so many good things here in what you have written. Unexpected images of an abstract world:

"time is flying off / in a bll-uuuuuuu-rrrrr / ... thought i tasted / the burnt edges of its / post-lively frame / as it whipped past me in a / decadent fog"
Wow! Burnt edges and decadent fog? This is wonderful stuff. I can't think of a concept more abstract than time and am reminded of Salvador Dali's melting watches in his painting Persistence of Memory.

And it returns home a ticking bomb? Of course it does ... there is simply no other logical conclusion.

This is excellent ... yes and it does fly much too fast.


Posted 11 Years Ago


very good writing. I find it awesome how you put your words together.

Posted 11 Years Ago


very original, you definitely have your own style and I like it. Riveting poetry.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good write. I like it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alpris

11 Years Ago

Thank you, dear!
Brilliant

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like a lot of the elements of the poem. I really enjoy how the poem progresses from the first launch point of time until it returns home to wait again. I also really like the alliteration you have going on with things like the suns "haloed hair" and the assonance of the phrase "the power of the hour." You had a lot of really nice personification in here as well. I think this piece is one of the most polished poems I have read from you and U really enjoyed it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alpris

11 Years Ago

Likewise. And that's good! Chaos has its upsides and downsides, I expect you are dealing with it lik.. read more
Clockwork

11 Years Ago

Yes it does indeed. I think that I have dealt with it well with all things considered. It still hurt.. read more
Alpris

11 Years Ago

Awww, you poor thing; yes it sounds rather rough there. Anything you want to talk about in private?

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Alpris
Alpris

Auckland, New Zealand



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