Blue sky is but the underbelly
of human collective darkness
a crucible within which
sinnings like cymbals crash
brightening stormclouds
cornfield drummer’s
rap rings out
like a
shot
Trying NONET in the Imaginary Garden
9.09.2018
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ReplyDeleteMarian, I like the 'cornfield drummer' getting into the act. I grew up on a farm and then went to the University of Nebraska. Our Cornhuskers won at football yesterday too, 45-0.
ReplyDeleteAlso, thank you for this nice form as your prompt.
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Oops, my Cornhuskers lost yesterday to Colorado, 33-28. My other alma mater, the University of Houston, beat Arizona 45-18.
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A powerful little write!
ReplyDeleteI do like the way you look at that blue sky as the underbelly... maybe as a canvas for the darkness of humanity.
ReplyDelete"a crucible within which/sinnings like cymbals crash": Ah, I like the silent, seething power in this verse. I also loved the embodiment of blue sky as the underbelly of this collective darkness.
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I am gobsmacked by blue sky as the underbelly of human collective darkness.i love the cornfield drummer's rap! Fantastic writing, my friend.
ReplyDelete"Blue sky is but the underbelly of human collective darkness"... this is unbelievably powerful, Marian!💞
ReplyDeleteThat's a great title for an evocative nonet, Marian. I'm especially drawn to the sibilant sounds in 'sinnings like cymbals crash' and the way it ends with 'shot'.
ReplyDeletePowerful poem in content and sound. I like the 'blue sky as the underbelly of collective darkness'
ReplyDeleteThis is a shot fired across every battlefield, past and present. Your imagery is outstanding, but the momentum of the decreasing lines lends an amazing immediacy to the message. Powerful.
ReplyDeleteI love this so much.
ReplyDeleteThis so makes me think of the civil war battlefield at Antietam (near Sharpsburg MD) - Bloodiest Day of fighting EVER in American History 9-17-1862. The battle took place early morning (fog) and in a cornfield and surrounding hilly farmland... It is an amazing place to tour and the underbelly of the sky and the drums in your poem represent it very well. Google it and you will agree, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteWe live in such difficult times. You've expressed it so well.
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