All Made Up

All Made Up

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

Black hole in outer space. Vortex in cosmos with stars and stardust. Object  in universe. Colorful galaxy with planet and milky way. Realistic space.  Vector illustration
All Made Up

Sails unfurled with
no wind to fill them
a woman I've never known. 
Some dreams that satisfy      some not   but
 
all made up

Singing moons to the deepest purple waves
Lines of a new social intercourse       
in my eyes 
I look peering through dust and grey

Grey farmhouse windows with
peeping webs
where ..............flies are stuck and buzzing

Everything around 
is broken down 
fallen ..... brown and down with rust....... abandoned 
sludge-like grey, the ghosts      that are frightening 
even those

are all made up

time races then crawls then goes 
nowhere and yet everywhere
all made up like eternal tumbleweeds 
wrestling within their thorny brown briars
wrestling to cling

(please don't throw me in the briar patch!)

the memories of a life time
break apart and scatter like
cracking atoms to bits and pieces
pieces speaking in faery soughing songs
swirling down ebon vortex funnels
funneling               fading.

water through my fingers.
slipping,
withering away   
  
all made up 

09/25/2024
E.

© 2024 Einstein Noodle


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First read and then the video brought me to dementia, although maybe that wasn't the intent of the poem as we all interpret things differently according to our own experiences.
A nightmare all the same, snatches of decay living and then fading into the ether lost in memory of was it real or fantasy...
Perfect video for the emotional imagery you portray here Gene... so different and i really enjoyed reading it... :)

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

i love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging c.. read more
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Stella Armour

3 Weeks Ago

My pleasure Gene ....



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Is romance a liquid?
Bravery a solid?
Can it be amended with enzymes, repaired via dissonance?
Am I even a memory in their head?
Why do I have a mind that covets thoughts I find useless...
Why can I not win when I think of each victory.
I guess it is all made up, this feeling of being full.
She gave me what I thought to be food.
Ending tastes like copper.
Find my face in the faded reflections of a windowless train.
I wish this poem had not been so sad, I also wish it has been sadder...
Weird.
Very well written...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

what a fantastic response from you, pennylate!! i love it .. especially what you say about the sadne.. read more
I would love to film this. I can see every bit of it. It is so full of visual atmosphere.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

Ken! i feel so blessed by that .. if anyone could, it would be you .. filming or better yet painting.. read more
As zygote grows to fetus, it seeks and joins a soul to accompany its growth from birth to final breath … a mystery … imagined or real, sparked from the deepest infinite recesses of the unknown. Yet, we can intuitively know that nothing comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere.
Yet, lacking the power of ultimate TRUTH, humanity invents/makes up philosophies in an effort to explain what cannot be known in our limited state of understanding … some of which has become accepted as TRUTH, either by illusionary intellect or by blind faith.

As Edgar Allan Poe ascribed in his poem, "A Dream Within a Dream".

A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow —
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet, if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and I hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand —
how few! Yet, how they seep
through my fingers to the deep,
while I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
O God! Can I not save
one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem,
but a dream within a dream?

Well, My Friend, seems you've fanned the embers of mysterious wonderments into a fire within my mind 'n soul. But, the magick of your poetry so often has.

Love your intriguing title and ambience-setting purple galaxy artwork … perfect choices. And, who could not take pause to envy such metaphorical enthrallment as:

"the memories of a lifetime
break apart and scatter like
cracking atoms to bits and pieces
pieces speaking in faerie soughing* songs *(rarely spelt so artistically)
swirling down ebon vortex funnels
funneling fading.

water through my fingers.
slipping,
withering away

all made up" (and, so much more throughout … sheesh, Gene!)

Brilliant Free Versing dances ever-so freely from the golden nib of your artistic pen.
Still catching my breath! ⁓ Richard✨

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

Richard!!! what can i say ... i am stunned into silence with such a deep delve into this poem ... i .. read more
Richard🖌

2 Weeks Ago

What else, My Dear Friend

Should a review be than that which the composition, itself,.. read more
First read and then the video brought me to dementia, although maybe that wasn't the intent of the poem as we all interpret things differently according to our own experiences.
A nightmare all the same, snatches of decay living and then fading into the ether lost in memory of was it real or fantasy...
Perfect video for the emotional imagery you portray here Gene... so different and i really enjoyed reading it... :)

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

i love how you see this one, Stella ... yes! dementias certainly play into our memory thing. aging c.. read more
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Stella Armour

3 Weeks Ago

My pleasure Gene ....
There is a line of thinking that says we must first think it first. You take us on quite a journey with this one, from wormholes to the soil. LOVE.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Weeks Ago

maybe the thought line will find it's way into one of your wonderful horror stories ;) you know how .. read more
Pryde Foltz

4 Weeks Ago

I have missed you guys. I am going to try to focus more on my writing and the writing community.
Einstein Noodle

3 Weeks Ago

glad to hear it, Pryde! i am trying the same
Is life really all made up in the end? Do we just imagine we lived what and how we did...and those places that held us, the dried up ones with the cobwebs ...the spider webs and the imprisoned flies.
Did we and do we imagine all that? All that was part of who we are....sometimes I feel like one of those flies....caught in my own life and not sure what it means or if it has meaning.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

YES ... that is a big question isn't it jacob! i think we make up a lot of our circumstances relying.. read more
"time races then crawls then goes
nowhere and yet everywhere" Surrealistic feel to this poem and I especially liked those two lines. The music is not my taste for sure, but goes well with the poem. Is this a dream sequence? Very LSD trippy if you ask me. :) Your poetry always leaves me guessing, E. Still, it reveals a smidgen of your brain. I like it. Lydi**

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

ahahahaha .. well ... who can say if it's a flash back or not .. so many things are surreal in this .. read more
They say art imitates life. If that is so then one person's delusion or representation might accurately depict the reality or express the view of another because everything, including personal experience, is relative. I like the thoughts this piece inspires. It's a great write, very much enjoyed. F.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

i feel grateful for the deep dive you took on this one Fabian .. thank you so much! the things that .. read more
I enjoyed muchly reading this E, but how did you get that subliminal music to plat in my head as I read it?
You know the one! "Life is but a dream....(shh-boom shh-boom)
But I do concur. Everything, everywhere all at once (to use a recent excellent movie title quote) that we have strived for, lived and dreamt, struggled to achieve, loved and lost, is all made up...Which does beg the question, if it is all made up, then why oh why oh why, am I craving a nickerbocker glory so much right now, when surely it would spoil my dinner?
Answers on a postcard to the infinite unknowing and the winner shall receive a completely made up prize! 😃

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

thanks for reviewing and sharing your glorious thoughts Sir! we do make up a lot of stuff don't we ... read more
Have a feeling that, in spite of the work involved, you enjoyed writing this wondrous work! Both sides of the fence at view, back to the light on one side, facing brightness on the other. Thoughtful reality made a fine visit and left the marks of both metaphor, natural wording within a poem of amazing visual worth.

' time races then crawls then goes
nowhere and yet everywhere
all made up like eternal tumbleweeds
wrestling within their thorny brown briars
wrestling to cling'

Read the above and find the value of reality set in language 'divine'

Posted 1 Month Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

wow Ms. Emmajoygreen .. you have certainly blessed me with this review .. thank you so much for your.. read more

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Added on September 25, 2024
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