dr_con Posted July 10, 2011 Share Posted July 10, 2011 Ivy Day Life thrives amid the bones this biannual war with ivy It speaks to me in clinging saprophytic tentacled tongue Of Medusa Cerberus Cthulu and others a mocking sound rootlet pulled from wood Holding tightly to the slight rib bone belonging to an unfortunate fox our joy to unearth in dry stream bed on that lost summer day You’ll never undo the roots I’ll be back and thrive long after I have cuddled your eye socket pulled these works apart brick by brick finally finding balance in the fungus and insect worlds flourishing beneath red red sun The compost smells dark green today a Druid’s thoughts passing quickly beneath an urban sky. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted July 10, 2011 Share Posted July 10, 2011 i have admitted befor that some of your poems are hard for me to grasp. this one i have no idea as to what you're insinuating or reffering to. i will let a few more people read this and respond to it before you answer me. maybe some others comments might help guide me and shed some light as to what you might be suggesting here. i have always liked ready your poetry. they have definently made me think admently think. victor michel Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted July 13, 2011 Share Posted July 13, 2011 I got the impression you were likening the ivy to weeds. It sent me to Wiki, and I was glad to find that I wasn't all that far off; there's a whole section on "Problems and Dangers" of ivy. I like how you're able to take something as incidental as ivy and roll with it, to look deeper and make a poem. 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...
dr_con Posted July 16, 2011 Author Share Posted July 16, 2011 Tony- as always your instincts are dead on- And Larsen Fault is my own- pulling Ivy isn't everyone's shared background! ;-) DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 17, 2011 Share Posted July 17, 2011 Hello DC. The overall tone exuded (to me at least) a humour in the endless struggle of man against the power of nature. The personalizing of this enemy in the form of mythical beasts is excellent. The dead fox was a superb touch along with the voice of the ivy. The last stanza rounds it all off nicely and I thank you for a most entertaining read . Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted July 22, 2011 Author Share Posted July 22, 2011 Thanks Benjamin- Much appreciated! DC&J Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted July 22, 2011 Share Posted July 22, 2011 I can now see how this would relate to banking.B :icon_cyclops: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted July 22, 2011 Share Posted July 22, 2011 Every spring I am forced by my wife to fight the dreaded invaders, a chore to be endured for later peace. I would just as soon yank out the flowers; why should they be favored? Some things must be done. Enjoyed the mood and images. fdh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted July 23, 2011 Share Posted July 23, 2011 Loved the entanglements that insinuate your text DC, delicious one and ace metaphor/parable. Frank. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted July 23, 2011 Share Posted July 23, 2011 Despite the difficulties (i.e. don't know who the speaker is in stanza 2) and a general sense of not quite finished, I confess that this one works for me, also, coiling back into Lovecraftian sarcophagi of my wasted youth. Perhaps this is just a private projection, but the poem summons more for me than just an early summer day's battle with the ivy. The persisting elemental connection with life and death of wild animals, the quiet malevolence of the ivy sustaining at the fringes of suburbia, snaking back to uneasily retired figures in obsure myths and rites: exemplifies a role for poetry not replaceable by other media. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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