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Amanuensis
Amanuensis (for Christopher Nolan)
Just the dolorous scrimmage of morning,
rummaging soft folds of gown
to find a simple pen
That which we take for granted,
the easy unravellings of
a contorted tongue
May come to us swift after the
squabbles of inner mind
fall to rest
Yet he: a Bard at fourteen years
locked in the maiden of chair
and iron clad birth
Writes nonetheless in depths
untouched by most, since
Hopkins strode the ground
of his earthbound head
What is metempsychosis for some
reincarnation for others,
could be osmosis of the kingly kind
Absorbed through skin and pore
innate in skill
entrapped in skull
Of life, he captured still through
windows watery light, whispering of
worlds imagined, echoes poured
Through doors, of voices
rattling around his kitchen floor
then pooled into perfection-
Portraits of those he heard conversed
the voices unseen in this mirrored earth,
intently listened, in innards of ear
(Outside the echo chamber of life)
there, dreamed a language into being
from the tether of radio and television
from lettered wall, that drew his eye
No more a miracle of his own making
no less the encased genius of his generation
locked in his labyrinth world of words,
a page of his own making in mind
Words stand as leaning stones considered,
acute in an art where words defy,
a universe, complete authentic,
all under the watch of his unique eye.
Comments
Eumolpus
Mon, 2017-05-22 00:23
quite a good poem!
Thanks for the info on the subject! Great read, has the cacophony of Thomas, tells a story impeccably.
My only comment, I'm not crazy about the last line ..In a poem of such depth, comes of a little cute to me. Consider just dropping it, in my opinion.
Man you're on a roll, your language skills are extraordinary. Ride the wave!!
Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings
vandiemenspeak
Mon, 2017-05-22 06:57
Thanks Eumo, tweaked thus
as suggested - I wasn't really happy with it, and didn't know where or how to tie this one up, but now the ending is hopefully more acute than cute!
Will be doing a lot of re-reading and revision on this one.
Thanks.
Chris.
Chris Hall - Tasmania
Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.
Esker
Wed, 2017-05-24 22:43
Shall have to spend some time looking up the links
Creativity I have fathomed from reading comes from the right temporal lobe
but we know about as much of the brain as we do ourselves
the results...such as this man finding the bridge to transport his works
into the language of universal a miracle
and shows his strength as a poet to be driven to get the works out
and his supportive crew and village
Thank U Chris! you have continously shared much of the creative
works in cinema and history of your land and its artists
Mr Wolf!