goldenlangur Posted March 25, 2011 Share Posted March 25, 2011 The sea In black rampancy it heaves over the tsunami wall picks, slams, smithereens cars, planes, homes and trees. Down our street it streams takes my father, my computer, my bed. Now, in the spring full moon it lies - a ripple-less sheet. I can't sleep. I can never sleep. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted March 26, 2011 Share Posted March 26, 2011 nicely done. Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatekeeper Posted March 26, 2011 Share Posted March 26, 2011 The sea In black rampancy it heaves over the tsunami wall picks, slams, smithereens cars, planes, homes and trees. Down our street it streams takes my father, my computer, my bed. Now, in the spring full moon it lies - a ripple-less sheet. I can't sleep. I can never sleep. I like what you have captured here, concisely. I might suggest this: In the first line, perhaps "foaming" rampancy, or something like that since the blackness seems to come later, after picking up soil and debris. Then in line 1, S2 you could add "black" or "blackened" to the end of the line "Down our street it streams, blackened" Might have a bit more punch that way. Quote from the black desert Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted March 26, 2011 Share Posted March 26, 2011 Nice work Golden! A very existential moment, nicely captured. Many Thanks, DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 26, 2011 Share Posted March 26, 2011 Poignant! Very effective, how you escalate it from seemingly impersonal items ("cars, planes, homes, and trees") to another level, one that can't be news-clip sanitized: Down our street it streamstakes my father, my computer, my bed. Of course, at the end, you hammer it home. There's no way to forget what has happened: I can't sleep.I can never sleep. I loved it. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted March 27, 2011 Share Posted March 27, 2011 Hello g.l. Your theme is topical , well presented and relevent. The force of nature, terrible on the one hand yet placid and beautiful on the other. How fragile and vulnerable we are. Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 nicely done. Thank you for your encouraging comment. The image in your post is quite scarily reminiscent of the black tsunami waves in Japan. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 I like what you have captured here, concisely. Delighted that the conciseness works, Gatekeeper. :D I appreciate your taking the trouble to make the critical and helpful pointer. I will gratefully keep in mind for a rewrite. Thank you. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 A very existential moment, nicely captured.DC&J How astutely you read this, DC. Appreciate your encouragement. :D Thank you. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 ... escalate it from seemingly impersonal items ("cars, planes, homes, and trees") to another level, one that can't be news-clip sanitized: Tony You've described eloquently the randomness and the impersonal and personal impact of the tsunami. Thank you for your considered read and comment. :D Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 The force of nature, terrible on the one hand yet placid and beautiful on the other. How fragile and vulnerable we are. Benjamin[/size][/font] Very well summed-up, Benjamin. We are indeed vulnerable and how random and terrifying the forces of nature are! Thank you so much for this thoughtful comment. :D Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted April 5, 2011 Share Posted April 5, 2011 What a timely piece, Golden! You described the moment very well. After its rampancy, it quiets down, like a ripple-less sheet, while "I", sleepless. Another read, I read the ripple-less sheet as the wrinkle-less bed sheet, "I" didn't even go to bed. Thanks for the read. Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted April 5, 2011 Share Posted April 5, 2011 Even if the whole poem was bad, with the last couple of lines you would have a wonderful poem. But in this case, when all the parts of this poem are wonderful, well, I don't have much to say. The end works in very effective way, very memorable. Great, GL. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted April 7, 2011 Share Posted April 7, 2011 Close to home. Scary: could have been our stretch of coastline instead of theirs. Don't want to think about it. OF COURSE I think about it. Subtle and accomplished but from this side of the world, distinctly scary .... Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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