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Experimental, Stream of Conscience Poem.
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right to left, back again, from left to right
when I close my eyes, I see dead
patterns and codes, disrupted
redfi(eye)ne
sideways, glance, a chance to catch them in acts
reali(eye)gn
of betrayal, and manipulative, duplicitous
eroded. I take them and smash
them into each other, because
reco(oar)urse
the eyes, guides, sideways glance, entry point
reso(oar)urce
to the depth of their mind, soul, their very being
my brother, my sister
reddening
trust is earned, like crust of bread, a heart
chaos became the replacement
reckoning
given freely in return for a heart taken freely
for order, because
raping
serpent's liar, serpent's lair, bespoke deceit
my brother, my mother
revelling
those closest, most voracious, evisceration, the
chaos became the requirement
recl(shame)aim
acts
for order, because
refr(defame)ame
neighbours never suspected, in lines of newspapers
my mother, my father
restr(stain)ain
corrupted mind, conscience, absconded care, guilt
when I open my eyes, I see dead
reg(pain)ain
waiting for the fall, biding their time, watching, wary
codes and (greatest pretenders)patterns, interrupted
reconstruct
profile, sideway gaze, the giveaway, contempt pours
corroded. draw them to me, s h a t t e r
them against a wall, because
reinforce
forth
reduce
the fantasist, drawing parallels with the greatest deceivers
my father, my life
redux
tricks of well-honed trade, served unapologetically
chaos became the mis?realignment
forcing a wedge between reality and fallacy, ideally
of disordered order, because
drawing parallels between the serpent and the fall
of man
better to burn bright, than
not at all.
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Experimental. A Stream of Conscience , spliced, not really a cleave poem, but close - basically, I haven't found a good enough word or term to describe taking a few poems and smashing them together artfully. There you go. Also struggled with a title for this one. That's no surprise. But, feel...that is the closest to a proper title without taking the easy route out and calling it Untitled 450404 or something redundant. It also features words from Poppy's latest Prompts thingo -
A more detailed description of the image I chose to go with this poem:
Studio floor used by Jackson Pollock at the Pollock-Krasner House and Study Center in Springs, New York. The studio is in an old barn behind the house. Pollock had the building moved, put a wood floor down and used it as his primary painting surface from 1946 until his death in 1956. When he renovated in 1953, he put down a masonite covering. Krasner started to use the room in 1957. Upon her death in 1984, ownership was transferred to Stony Brook University, who removed the covering, discovered the old surface, and had it restored in 1987-8.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!
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Comments (8)
This was such an emotional and abstractly-creative journey ❤️ I particularly loved the isolation of the words within the words and giving a nod to them. I enjoyed the sense of inner conflict, tied together with the touch of light at the end. Awesome work :)
Love the abstraction of words- not unlike Pollock translates into language, I think!! A really raw and striking piece you have here, Paul! Well done :)
Yo, I read it again without THOSE words that give me stress induced dyslexia! 🤪I think I have a bit of that anyhow, but I digress, this is DARK subject matter..how do you go to these places? Or does it just come forth? I’d ask about the parallels or what it is a reflection of but it might be personal.. plus as I say a bit of mystery is always good. 😊👏 Besides some of the opening and closing lines..I’m surprised this was initially multiple poems.
You. Are. So. Talented. I particularly adored that ending.
What a way to describe one's life or life in general.
A courageous experiment unfolds herein. I expect "Bespoke Deceit" to appear on a local storefront shortly.
So busy. Liked it, but I need to re-read it a(gain).
Interesting take on the challenge...and I think I understand why this image spoke to you!