Betweenstretchy cloudsimpossibly highand bass so lowas to bringvertigoHyper-awareof gravitynimbus-strongand super-wisha tractor beamwould endAll this
Izy’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: WRITING UNSEEN
8.11.2017
Reverie
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Scotty? Are you there, babe?
ReplyDeleteLOL re Shay's comment. An intriguing poem. I feel the high, the low, the vertigo.
ReplyDeleteI can't decide if the speaker is warning what could happen or hoping it will happen.
ReplyDeleteI feel I am hyper-aware of gravity myself. Love this one! :-)
ReplyDeleteVery timely for me, Marian. For my tear able toothache, terrible to the ectent it is (still but two Aleve calm it a bit) making me an earache that thobs.
ReplyDeleteSo I broke a rule and took a Vicodin last night. That showed intriguing lighted patches which was a different color each time I looked and made my under leg three times as large and heavy as the other. Nature's Remedy...
Very timely for me, Marian. For my tear able toothache, terrible to the ectent it is (still but two Aleve calm it a bit) making me an earache that thobs.
ReplyDeleteSo I broke a rule and took a Vicodin last night. That showed intriguing lighted patches which was a different color each time I looked and made my under leg three times as large and heavy as the other. Nature's Remedy...
If there's a problem worth solving, it's worth solving with a laser! I love the surreally swirl and images. I get the feeling of a picnic in peril, a field too far. Beautiful, succinct, totally well done!
ReplyDeleteI like the thought of a stabilizing beam setting things to rights. So much in so few words.
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a great shape, Marian, which is made even more effective by the lines:
ReplyDelete' impossibly high
and bass so low
as to bring
vertigo'.
Luv the sci-fi quality, nice reminder that gravity is working
ReplyDeletemuch love...
That low bass will get us every time ..... enjoyed this!!
ReplyDeleteYou New Yorkers ... I'm not sure what this reverie is asking for, but I sure would like to watch.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing poem.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of hay bailing time - standing high upon a stack of bales (sky almost within reach) and gravity (yes I worried about falling) and the radio on playing country music - men's voices deep and low singing ... and I grew tired by the end of day, wishing for any excuse to be allowed to go into the house... I'm SURE this is not what you meant but it brought me there...
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