Dave Jarecki prompts: This week, I encourage you to find the “narrative wallpaper” that resides in your home, apartment, memory, etc.
wallpaper was a stranger
calcimine took its stead
staged an army surplus bunkbed
where webs of wires
from a crystal radio
pulled shadows from a rock
nightly sibilance from earphones
scared us into giggles
forever destined to hide fear
for who could foresee that safety
was only a figment of the mind
needled from a chunk of galena
Fractal created in Apophysis.
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Lovely language!
The line "safety is only a figment of the mind" is something I doubt any child understands... and your poem reminds me perfectly.
THANK YOU!
Wow!
That was powerful! Sometimes, your frame of mind is just right, so you hear or read something, and it touches you deep inside. This was one of those times for me.
Thank you for sharing.
Troy
A great air of mystery in this. Excellent as always.
I have learned a little about Galena, the rock and the place, and 'whitewash' as I would know calcimine. Your poem conjures lovely images.
Just beautiful. I wanted to thank you for visiting my blog and commenting on my little C....had a little trouble finding which blog I should visit to reply - my goodness you have a lot!
Very lovely words, and the memories seemed familiar to me...well done.
I really like the intricacy and truly fresh associations - my favorite stanza, the 2nd though it all works well and I also love the ending
An atmospheric conjuring of a fragment of memory.
I had to look up calcimine and galena (not to be confused with calamine and Galena). :)
I especially love that last stanza:
for who could foresee that safety
was only a figment of the mind
needled from a chunk of galena
How little we know of safety and danger until long past possibilities of remedy...
Very nice.
Always admired those who could manage tuning anything from crystals. Love the bunkbed setup and the language is delicious
great final. As "needled" fits great in the last sentence and conencts weel with "fractal".
it evokes children in a conflict area and their galena radios...
Well-turned. I like this and I'm not certain why at this point . I will certainly read many more times. Very tight, well composed.
I so admire this. It's beautifully crafted, evocative, and, somehow, haunting. Thank you.
I like this. I get a sense of innocence...and this reminds me of WWII, when it was radio, not TV or the Internet. How children (at least in the U.S.) knew of the war, but were yet mostly insulated from its effects. Of course, this also conjures up images of Cold War Era bunkers in the basement.
Great work this week.
-Nicole
I like this poem. I spent many hours building and listening to my own crystal radios. Do you still scratch around the skip in Idaho? Thanks for the memories.
Regards,
DH
From the very first line, you had the atmosphere of this one nailed... I like the tenuous feel of it, like the words might evaporate if I stare at it too long. Excellent language and imagery and memory. :)
Wow. Just like a fractal, it requires long viewings to fully appreciate. Thank you for sharing this.
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Nicely done!
Pamela
Wonderful use of minerals! (Did you know that my MFA thesis was called Galena Spinel?) :-)
Kind of mining for mineral truth..conclusion is quietly powerful.
Surprising in a fantastic way. I adore rocks, although I don't know radios.
nice indeed...pulled shadows from a rock....great one....crystal set?...thought I was only one old enough to remember those....cheers and thanks for sharing this
Very interesting and enjoyable read.
Great images. I especially loved "pulled shadows from a rock".
Interesting read....your birds of imagination took a great flight.
A great read.
I enjoyed reading it :)
Great poem: in creativity, content, imagery and assonance/consonance. I love "pulled shadows from a rock."
Well done. Poignant images. I love:
for who could foresee that safety
was only a figment of the mind
loved it....
i am trying to motivate myself by reading all the fun work of my friends..
Rich, rich memories recalled here lovingly, imaginatively.
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