chicken marks scratch
a train without a track
scumbled margins
ink no solid trail
behind a flash of lightning
flood saturates the mind
covers literary pearls
and good intentions fade
from a line bound for nowhere
For Poetry Thursday
Fractal designed in Fractal Explorer by Sue
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I love fractals. I once used them as the inspiration for a poem.
Sometimes one does not knowwhat to say. This is one of that.
The picture left me wanting more and the words stay in mind...
'line to nowhere'
We share those feelings many times.
End of the line, but often a line we can return to and follow again and change or lengthen its path, but first we must find where nowhere is.
(That just popped out in reaction to your words.)
Thanks for the comments!
Carole, do you design your own fractals?
Gautami - so true about the not knowing!
Brian, I guess that's true of creative folks -
Marcia, thanks for the link you sent and thanks for posting the comment about finding nowhere! Neat!
I think every writer can identify with this poem - well done! I especially like the last "line bound for nowhere." And the fractural is terrific!
This has a nifty rhythm to it that adds to the poem. Very nice!
I enjoy each poem you post.
This one has me thinking.
Marci's comment also has me thinking. Finding nowhere....
Always I am grateful to you for your talent.
I spend most of time with the birds and the butterflies. Coming here stirs my imagination.
Thank you.
Sherry
Great examination of lines' ends. After two readings, the images were clicking for me.
Love all the subtle layers. You made me look up "scumbled", which may now be my favorite-word-of-the-month.
'scumbled margins' is a lovely phrase. I can relate to the poem and the fractal is lovely.
I'm not able to design fractals. Any creativity I have is confined to words.
Man, do I feel like this almost 90% of the time.
"chicken marks scratch
a train without a track"
I love the rhythm there, I could chant it. :)
Very evocative!
Recursive wonder in words. I love the word play between title and the "end" line. Thanks.
Also didn't know the word scumbled! Thanks for teaching me something new :)
Your poems always make me put my thinking cap on and soak it all in...wonderful! Thank you. :~)
Hi Sue! The image of "a train without a track" from the chicken marks is so cool. As I read your poem, I got the greatest visual in my head from that description and how perfectly you described that.
:)
As always: wise. As always: thought provoking. I have tried to interpret this poem, but I believe it's only you who can and does understand it in its whole.
I wonder: what did you mean by -
"behind a flash of lightning
flood saturates the mind
covers literary pearls
and good intentions fade"?
Does it mean that, at times you have positive, 'literary pearls' to write and then for some reasons (which floods your mind) they fade? Do you forget them or do they just fade?
Thanks for stopping by. I like Omar's questions but then I remember if I don't have a cognitive grasp of the meaning I simply read for the sound of the words, the flow, the music and feeling of the poem. This works for me. Like some others, I love the sound of the word 'scumbled'. (Have not looked it up yet, though)
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