Sunday, May 18, 2014

Eighty Four . . .

X-tracted Structure
by Stormcat

The rain drove the clouds down into the woods
while the snow resisted it's end by hiding in the shade.
though I used to cook remarkably
lately my diet has become retrograde to an earlier existence
macaroni and cheese seven days a week
none can see clearly through fog.

The cat leaps onto my shoulders
reaches a sandpaper tongue to the lid of my closed eye
then the index finger of my closed fist.
sandpaper smoothes wood to bring out its natural beauty
yet rubbed on flesh abrades to ooze.
is polished hardness or innocent blushing more beautiful?

So, ride the electronic highway in hopeful search of companionship
reality never seems to match the vision
is love sequestered from the seeker?
The universe ignores optimistic desire and delivers feared content?
You can't find what you desire until you stop looking for it . . .
What an illogical unfounded load of crap!

The bones of individual sacrifice form the skeleton of humanity.
Yet selfishness tears it down leaving humanity unsupported
caricatured as a bloated bag of structure-less flesh.
Selfless commitment developing into beautiful love filled families
sealed from before stretching into forever immune from the grave
balances universal energies, stabilizes humanity, justifies life


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15 comments:

  1. lot of truth in that third stanza...sometimes i think we try to hard to find it...or look for it the way we hope that we overlook the way it is...the obvious because it is different than what we think we need...

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  2. Strong writing Stormcat. I think:

    "The bones of individual sacrifice form the skeleton of humanity.
    Yet selfishness tears it down leaving humanity unsupported
    caricatured as a bloated bag of structure-less flesh."

    is particularly outstanding! Actually, that whole final stanza is. The difference between selfishness and selflessness is so striking.

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  3. I've known more and more people who have found one another through the electronic highway. It only takes one...but then again...

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  4. Fantastically good, Stormcat. I especially like "The bones of individual sacrifice form the skeleton of humanity." Wow. Also "is love sequestered from the seeker?" It appears to be so, and like you, I never could figure out why. Hey dont forget your date with Poets United tomorrow!!

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  5. "reaches a sandpaper tongue to the lid of my closed eye
    then the index finger of my closed fist.
    sandpaper smoothes wood to bring out its natural beauty
    yet rubbed on flesh abrades to ooze.
    is polished hardness or innocent blushing more beautiful?"

    well that got me all smiley and purry as I love cats and the imagery those lines conjured for me. you have nice writing and a nice page. I will return for more!!! have a great new week and thanks for this fine piece of writing. visit my own if you wish... www.jamztoma.blogspot.com

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  6. "The bones of individual sacrifice form the skeleton of humanity."...it has been always like this....love this poem...

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  7. Oh the truth in the third stanza... the harder one look the less we'll find... I also like the way you write about you cat.. reminds me so much of when we used to have cats.

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  8. "reality never seems to match the vision" - I often wonder how reality should be defined, for it's such a subjective notion yet is discussed so absolutely. What is real for one person is quite intangible for another, whilst others use reality as both a way to distort their vision and supplement it. When it comes to that electronic highway, there's nothing but vision, so whether reality matches it I guess is up to us!

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  9. Lots of food-for-thought in your poem, Stormcat.
    I have had these moments when my food was regressive and reflected my mood. Fortunately I always got out of them.

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  10. Hey there M ~ Good to read your interview over at PU ~

    This is a gritty writing and I specially admire the second stanza & the questions in the third stanza ~ Lots of things to ponder here ~ Wishing you happy week ~

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  11. Electronic highway , sandpaper tongue to the lid of my closed eye..oh ..such vivid lines.. ! Really thought-provoking..

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  12. By some coincidence I watched an interview on the news where a high court judge was forced to resign because he had started an action to re-emphasize the importance of marriage for the very reasons you outline in your last stanza.
    It was felt that his side interest did not marry well with his job.
    Now that's what I call the 'road rash' of life.

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  13. Is love sequestered from the seeker? It seems that way until something shifts in us and we finally attract the right person. Thought provoking and congrats on the interview :)

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  14. I had to read twice. The poem made me think ... Alot in life.
    But hey I'd like to feature this poem on my blog http://allpoemlovers.blogspot.com.
    Do I have your permission?😅

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    1. Thank you for asking. I checked out your blog and couldn't find who was authoring the poems that are featured. It makes it look like you are the author.of all of them. So I deny you permission to feature this or any other of my poems on your blog.

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