Thursday, July 23, 2009

one word mercenary: twine

  • unbend your mind
    unwind the times
    of disavowal
    the nouns of protection
    blue in green
    the climb to the mighty
    tops, shriveled
    by argument
    dallied by crescent

  • gurgling undertow
    the mind swivels
    missing the point
    missing the misery
    the crust of time
    the passion that withers
    vigorously on display
    capturing the fallen

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    Blogger Teresa said...

    I like this one. It's a little longer than your usual fare.

    I'm still deciding if your mercenary is a soldier playing with string in a trip line or if a mind is twisted and twined in a mercenary mode or if the twining refers to passion for a price... So many possible stepping stones to leap to next, each one giving the poem an entirely different connotation.

    (And Murat will say "Yes" to all of them, probably.)

    I'll be back when I've let it simmer a little.

    1:02 PM  
    Blogger murat11 said...

    Teresa: I should start by saying that I wrote the bottom piece before the top piece: they were two responses to the oneword prompt of "twine." I suppose they can be seen as separate or one, depending on what the reader does with it. I personally don't see the mercenary as a soldier, more like mercenary states of mind.

    Perhaps the bottom piece describes the disarray, and the top an attempt at re-assembly, slowly climbing through all the means of deception.

    3:03 PM  
    Blogger Teresa said...

    So a mercenary mind is a twisted mind that misses the point, misses the misery around it, and because its passion is twisted and false, the passion withers into a fallen dream?

    And the remedy is for the twined up, twisted mercenary mind to unravel itself, getting out of its disavowal of human suffering, getting out of its self-protection at all costs (with its blue in green soldier uniform--you do have soldiers in here), and it needs to ascend to the mountain tops where its mercenary tendencies are shriveled by the rarified atmosphere and it can dally with dreams of the crescent moon?

    That's one mighty tesseract crossing leap for mankind!! Hope many in our generation can make it...

    I like it that way. A poem to be read from the bottom up.

    3:26 PM  
    Blogger murat11 said...

    T: Woof. Now that it tesserine synthesis. I believe the poem is yours.

    5:11 PM  
    Blogger Teresa said...

    Our, bro, ours. I can't synthesize without your thoughts and words... I'm just the translator here.

    5:20 PM  
    Blogger murat11 said...

    T: Merci.

    5:34 PM  
    Blogger anno said...

    The mind these days is incapable of tesseracting or even just tesserthinking, but I sure liked those nouns of protection; also the mind swiveling/ missing the point/ missing the misery.

    1:44 PM  
    Blogger murat11 said...

    Anno: I liked nouns of protection, too. It's too damn hot to tesseract down here! What's y'all's excuse?

    I know: it's kale overdose, isn't it?

    Have a great weekend. Sunday, we're off to the beach.

    6:18 PM  

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