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Thursday, August 09, 2007

End of the Line

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


carole said...

I love fractals. I once used them as the inspiration for a poem.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes one does not knowwhat to say. This is one of that.

The picture left me wanting more and the words stay in mind...

Anonymous said...

'line to nowhere'

We share those feelings many times.

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

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.)

Tumblewords: said...

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!

paris parfait said...

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!

Constance Brewer said...

This has a nifty rhythm to it that adds to the poem. Very nice!

Q said...

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.

Peter said...

Great examination of lines' ends. After two readings, the images were clicking for me.

Deb said...

Love all the subtle layers. You made me look up "scumbled", which may now be my favorite-word-of-the-month.

Crafty Green Poet said...

'scumbled margins' is a lovely phrase. I can relate to the poem and the fractal is lovely.

carole said...

I'm not able to design fractals. Any creativity I have is confined to words.

Anonymous said...

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!

Anonymous said...

Recursive wonder in words. I love the word play between title and the "end" line. Thanks.

Tee/Tracy said...

Also didn't know the word scumbled! Thanks for teaching me something new :)

Sherri B. said...

Your poems always make me put my thinking cap on and soak it all in...wonderful! Thank you. :~)

Clare said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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?

Anonymous said...

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)