Impacted

a travelogue poem

Impacted

Internal life crashing against the

landscape

the booming skull of

sea

a salt taste 

drip

throwing fleckwaves of

thought

into cracked weathered stone

the grimace of

statues

A gnarled sage like

sigh

the tree cage of ribs, bent

willow

as birds flee in majesty/symphony/

sympathy

a swarming fusion extending through

feather and bone

the jagged broken rocks; a simile 

for dreams

analogy of shipwrecks

smashed bodies on the

 shore

with fistfuls of sand

I drag myself - primordial

through the mud of

Evolution

coughing and hacking up the 

choking bone

of

life

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Goodness you make life sound such a weary, harsh path to travel, and for some it is. We live in an unequal world and some are more than thankful for the basics while others moan about the luxuries. You took me right back before our species inhabited this planet. I liked what I saw, we have abused this lovely place and that is shameful. Your poem makes the mind wander further, much further.

Chris

[gram linski]

aye but there is hope in those fistfuls of sand, Chris, life has spat us out, and we are stronger now, because, glad you liked this one, appreciate your input,

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased to give my pennyworth. Take care gram and keep safe with Miss Covid on the prowl.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Well fella you give this THE treatment as we are dragged line by line down into the protagonists demise using such evocative phraseology. Have to admit when I read the title I thought 'impacted' meant 'full of s**t' lol!

[gram linski]

hey dude. you are still one cheeky m**********r, lol, how was lock down on some tropical island for months, did you get the hemingway vibe, i wrote my first poem a we while ago, called mad thoughts from the stone would like to hear your thoughts, bit of self love and ego, how the f**k have you been man

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey man what can I say I practice the motherfucking creed all day long and then some. Tropical Island was land locked. Lockdown? WTF is that about. been avoiding some nasty prats on here and got fed up with the site letting them have free reign. But unfortunately I missed you f***s!

[barleygirl]

If you don't feel like being active at the cafe right now, please feel no obligation to respond. I just want you to know that I love how your poem reminds me of how it feels to be at the end of my own personal fire danger (even tho millions are still in the thick of it). All the birds & wildlife are quiet in the aftermath, the land still smoking & smoldering. The quietness is both eerie & refreshing. That's how your poem feels, both dreadful & yet a peaceful release of too much s**t weighing the narrator down (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

hey, Margie, glad you enjoyed, aye I was trying to evoke that feeling of the s**t of life trying to drown you, but we come up stronger, I have been following your fire diaries, man that is like the apocalypse, was singing smoke on the water as I viewed the fire in the sky, you got the gist of the poem spot on, thanks as always for your time, Margie, big hugs your way, hope you are staying safe and wet over there

[barleygirl]

All danger is over for me, altho there's plenty of blazing going on yet! Thanks for your warm wishes!