Stretchhead

Stretchhead

A Poem by gram linski

Abandoned
in the basket of masques
of masks
bamboo cradle
       rocking asleep
       to the sound of sighs
haunted
into innocence,
      corruption waits
behind the years
     expulsion pulled
and jumping
     fire circles/erase tattoo
  but breastfed 'til a man
               in comfort of the 
     womb
sucking imagined        hope
    till the stain is found
in empty face, discordant teeth
        and  broken             tongue

looking for the door;
                  slammed shut

and windows sealed
       behind

                                the
ignorance         of
                childhood

                                                  laughing
                 at the sky
            causing              movement
           of the ground

                                              and

embellishment
                                     of shoes

confused ? …,

© 2019 gram linski


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If I were writing a paper on the theme of this poem I would say it was something like the pagan allusion for the child-adult who looks back at the past like it is a story. Just saying that because that's about half of what I've written and I have a poem that this very much made me think of, but yours has more to it than mine. Maybe I'll post mine up.

Actually, this made me think of a dark fairy tale where some kind of creature is born out of the dark matter of a series of thoughtless traumas- when I first read it. But then I thought of the idea of the title and all of the movements of the poem and yeah. I just understood it.

Again, I'm applying it to what I know of the world and so on, so it becomes a bit of my own poem in my head, but, I suppose that's what happens when things leave our heads and make their way into the heads of other people. I'm rambling. I'll stop.

After I say that I am enjoying your play with format. Feels like an unraveling here, and that, at last, feels like the point of the poem.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


gram linski

2 Weeks Ago

always enjoy your ramblings, Eilis, you see many things in the dark that I have missed, aye there wa.. read more
love the form...just me own cup of tea sir... the increase in space and broken segments shortened made it so easy to find the pace in your closing half ... love it .. confused? ... certainly i am ... its abstract .. but the theme remains the telling says i ... its a rough go of it in life .. slammed doors for any number of reasons and some for seeming no reason ... go figure right!? ...i really wish i had thought of:
"embellishment
of shoes"
really like that line ... and it does wrap things up for me ... confused or no :)
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

ahahahaha ... love the title too ... a fine hook when i read it .. i treated my self to a pair of Ed.. read more
gram linski

2 Weeks Ago

peace, love and Motorhead back at ya, with a little bit of Hawkwind on the side
Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

:))))))))))))))))))))))
To answer the last question, well, yes, somewhat. What emerges, for me, is a kind of Garden of Eden story, a loss of innocence in a harsh world. The imagery describes a consciousness thrust out of nurturing childhood into grim experience. The door is slammed shut and the windows are sealed and the sheltered past is but a memory. I may be wrong, much of the imagery seems to point in this direction.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

wise words John, you probably describe it better than I ever could, thanks for reading,
Excellent conceptual poem. I like the break down of the piece.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

thanks Pryde, bit of a mad ramble, which felt like a breakdown at the time
when we finally find our shoes and get to step out into the light of the world...will we be ready?
sometimes the young are too sheltered....and just aren't ready to deal with life...overly protected for too many years...there has to be a letting go....by parents as well as the child.
j.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

Aye, very true, j. as soon as they can walk kick them to f**k, lol
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DAH
love this! it really shines with "haunted
into innocence,
corruption"

Cheers,
DAH

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

Cheers DAH, thanks for reading and enjoying, one more of us is one less than them, haha
Not having had the "benefit" of religious upbringing myself, I read your msg as if describing how "clan" can similarly inflict a cloyingly protective circle of beliefs & sanctioned behaviors . . . the more so, the more secrets the clan needs to hide *heh! heh! heh!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

thanks Margie, no really religious at all, not sure what the f**k I am on about to be honest
barleygirl

3 Weeks Ago

that's a relief to hear . . . . I thought it was just me being dense as hell!
Yup I am confused. Sounds like the discordant ramblings of a catholic conscience as life progresses and unravels when they cannot cast off the 'mask' and 'masque' of such poisonous, controlling teachings. The fragmentation of the poem seems to reflect this 'falling apart' with frustration. Or you may have nipped out to Sainsbury's for that Speyside single malt!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


gram linski

3 Weeks Ago

haha, three hammers buckling ma heid, dude, from the corner shop veggie samosa on the side,

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