there is a somber to the
waking eyes of a million
year old sun kissing the
river amongst the stones
and the trees; the stubborn
basis of life. there,
in shadows of bird’s echoes,
there is a reader. a
patient, patient reader
considering taking a
motherfucking chainsaw
to their throats as they
stare at the styrofoam
words and go to the movies
trying to avoid
the decaying
scent of
the death of
poetry.
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012
Death is always my muse! Does the subject matter weigh on you? I can’t help but wallow in your poem:)
You are my kind of writer! I always strive to get where you go. Your anger is so beautiful. Please read as many of my poems on http://medicatedwordzallowed.wordpress.com/ as possible. I would love to get your feedback on it.
It seems to me, mocking what you consider to be antiquated does little to win converts to your hijacked mantra and, yes, the sky is falling but it is not going to fall on me and millions of others who seem to have a broader perspective of what is going on in the world.
I don’t have a mantra, Leo. It’s just a poem. I’m just some kid writing poems, and I acknowledge this. I think I, and everyone else, could use a broader perspective on the world. I’m not saying anything is antiquated. This poem is subjective. It’s no attack on you or anyone who believes in what they are doing. I’m sorry to have stirred something up in you, but there’s no hate coming from me.
Lovely use of enjambment!
Thanks, Helen.
Perhaps poetry is death…but I hope not as a few of us will be a long time dead. Also a bit smelly.
The hallmark of a good writer is emotions stirred. Well dome.
I hope poetry is far from dead and remains vibrant for msny years to come.
Me too.
i just love every word you write, because i exhale at the end…with wonder, like, wow! i need to read this again!
If poetry dies, the meek and the art of writing period will die.
I’ve been getting a lot of comments on the “death of poetry” lately. Got an article I’m working on getting out today, if you get a chance to read it.
sure will read
Nice style. I’m happy to have found you here, or did you find me? Ah, life’s big questions… ha!
I like what I’ve read so far, I look forward to more.
(I’m reminded of Ginsberg’s awesome quote: “Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don’t care who’s listening.”)
Respect… RoS
Follow your inner moonlight. God, I love Ginsberg. Thanks, RoS. By the way, great blog name – Running on Sober. I love it. Glad to have linked up with ya.
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