Benjamin Posted March 27, 2011 Share Posted March 27, 2011 (edited) at last the blanket and nosebag days are gone blood corkscrews through a putsch of veins decrepit faces lit up with a new sun welcome the anvil of a spring morning shape eclectic fusions of sights and sounds and scents and every living thing cries out to be heard Edited March 29, 2011 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted March 28, 2011 Share Posted March 28, 2011 A brutal reflection on spring but what is putch? Otherwise liked the sentiment etc. Thanks Benjamin! DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted March 29, 2011 Author Share Posted March 29, 2011 Hello DC&J Thanks for spotting my omission of the s in “putsch”. Noun. A plotted revolt or attempt to overthrow a government, especially one that depends upon suddenness and speed. Obviously used as metaphor here. Pastoral themes aren't usually my thing: they've been too well done and by better poets than I. It would be churlish of me though, to pretend that carpets of blue hyacinths and yellow daffodils don't exist; or that the birds aren't chirrupping away, and that we've altered our clocks forward an hour to British Summer Time. Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 29, 2011 Share Posted March 29, 2011 I don't see this as pastoral in the traditional sense. The "blanket and nosebag" and other imagery make me think this is being told from the point of view of an animal standing before his executioner at morning slaughter. It's as if these are the last things he sees and hears passing through his sentient being. I loved it, Benjamin. 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 30, 2011 Author Share Posted March 30, 2011 Tony. Thanks for yout take on this.The endless thoughts and imagery generated by each seasons change are amazing. I tried to leave this one fairly open, although it does have a certain harshness about it-- but so does life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted March 30, 2011 Share Posted March 30, 2011 G, I am so happy to be reading your work, again, it always leaves me with a 'feeling' or more. No exception here. Living for spring, myself. "and every living thing cries out to be heard" And that would include the poets, yes? Lovely, as usual, Geoff. Thanks for sharing. t Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 30, 2011 Share Posted March 30, 2011 Hi Benjamin, Some great images, haunting and imaginative: blood corkscrews througha putsch of veins anvilof a spring morning How evocative of the sounds of nature and man awakening in spring!: and everyliving thing cries out to be heard I enjoyed this very much. 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...
rosschandler Posted March 31, 2011 Share Posted March 31, 2011 this is very raw. i like it's macbre feel. is it decripit is an awesome image. very succinct and not too prosey. poetry should be more structured and arranged then just sentences chopped into lines that read like some one was talking. this poem illustrates what i like about how each word is weighty and carries its own image. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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