ellipsis

ellipsis

A Poem by James William Dyer
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Waking up, no direction, the aftermath of some catastrophic night, remnants of writing littered everywhere. Life beginning in ellipses and ending in ellipses

"

..........the smell of tobacco and hot sunshine,

            wet leaves,

            the ash of a spent campfire,

            fresh notebook paper.

                        the sun breaking across my forehead.

            rIse again, collect my s..c.a.t.t.e..r, 

   My litter of broken pens, torn-out pages, my backpack,

            a few fallen cigarettes,

                  a mirror I used for shaving,

   My journals, flapped open like broken {angels}

                          in dirt.

A scrap of a second to wipe the grimy sweat

    from        my        ( eyebrows )

And gather up my mess for transportation

      To another place and time

      Where I can lay myself W I DE    ]open[   and 

       .........S C A T T E R E D...........................

© 2012 James William Dyer


Author's Note

James William Dyer
something I wrote when I was youngyoungyoungyoung

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I like the old poem. The young mind can wander to many places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


youngyoungyoungyoung had a knack even then----"My journals, flapped open like broken {angels}

in dirt."
That is caught up in my mind forever now--so visual, so emotive.

Then there's the closing that shows us the artist coming:
"
A scrap of a second to wipe the grimy sweat

from my ( eyebrows )

And gather up my mess for transportation

To another place and time

Where I can lay myself W I DE ]open[ and

.........S C A T T E R E D...........................


Posted 11 Years Ago


...Admittedly, I clicked on this because I am a huge fan of ellipses *laugh* But, in true JWD fashion, you brought something unique and intense to the table...

Some of my best (and worst) writing is from when I was an angst-ridden teenager, it is what made me the writer I am today...our minds and bodies mature, but the core remains the same. A writer writes. With chisels in slabs of marble or on the backs of old cash register receipts. A writer writes. And we all seem to have a backpack, or an old dresser drawer, or a box in the closet crammed full of spent notebook paper...

Well done.
-kimmer

Posted 11 Years Ago


Love the last two lines. Great Job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I enjoy this so much. =3 I like to go back and read the stuff I wrote when I was younger. This was pretty cool, though. You seem like you woulda been the coolest kid to hang out eith =D

Posted 11 Years Ago


it has all the hallmarks of the -eager-to-be-great youth. i love it for that. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Unique and decidedly creative.
Excellent work, James!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Okay, so first I'm going to say that the way you typed this out is a bit distracting, not bad, just distracting. I had a hard time focusing on the actual writing. I'm like a five year old, I started reading and then I was like "oooh pretty font."
But other then that I really liked this. My favorite line was, " My journals, flapped open like broken {angels} in dirt." I can't begin to tell you why. But, except for a few squirrel moments, I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


"My journals, flapped open like broken {angels}

in dirt."

wow, that is brilliant. Very unique writing style and voice... reminds me of oh shoot... waht was her name.... hmmmmmmmmmmm. dangit. I read her for a class I took. Anyway, she also explored punctuation and spacing quite like you do. I enjoy the opposite use of the brackets but not so fond of the spacing between "from my ( eyebrows )" I get it, but just seems a bit much. thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


eglantine

11 Years Ago

... this is going to drive me crazy for the rest of today until I go home to my bookshelf to find it.. read more
James William Dyer

11 Years Ago

e. e. cummings experimented in a similar fashion but went way overboard with it sometimes to the poi.. read more
eglantine

11 Years Ago

omg haha ok, it's Birdlovers, Background (name of book)
Fascinating formatting on this one.
You have a very unique style.

I like it.
Thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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James William Dyer
James William Dyer

Bliss, MI



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I began writing when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. We were extremely poor and my mother had purchased an old typewriter from a yard sale for me, tired of trying to decipher my mangled handrwitin.. more..

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