At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about concrete things as opposed to abstract feelings etc.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Concrete or Abstract
“Concrete is, essentially, the colour of bad weather.” William Hamilton
An Assumed Void Like a giant vomit grey porridge spews out filling an assumed void, home of insignificant creatures, the ground of pale grasses, but now the sculptors swish, and scrape this turgid grit for a plinth of future life, ever darkening the breath of earth, ever sealing the fate of things unseen. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Progress is not always a desired thing ~~ well done!
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Thank you Helen, not always desired – little boxes ….
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Excellent use of the prompt, Paul: concrete may seem rather boring, but when you consider that it’s function is basically to cover over nature, it becomes something more sinister…
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Yes, we’ve created a metaphor in concreting everything really, quite disturbing.
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This poem has to be one of the most effective uses of concrete as metaphor I’ve ever read. Funny thing, when I was going through college and grad school, “concrete” had positive connotations, as in “The apparition of these faces in the crowd; / Petals on a wet, black bough.” Ezra Pound
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Well that is high praise indeed, thank you Liz. Pound did have a way with words.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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you taught me a word, Paul! I hadn’t even heard of ‘plinth’ before! (also, a lovely poem!)
❤
David
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Kind of you to say, thank you David – and always happy when we can learn.
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I also had to look up “plinth!”
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Well, glad to introduce words, I do love words 🙂
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It is chilling when we try to cover nature this way… but nature has its own way of returning with tender roots drilling through the stone.
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Yes, I love it when that happens, I have a photo of a not too old tennis court where the trees have grown through the surface. wonderful.
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Oh my, brilliant concrete imagery.
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Thank you so much for this, much appreciated.
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You’re most welcome.
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Powerful poem – well said
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Blood boiling
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Great poem!Well written
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Thank you for that 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A deeply disturbing poem, Paul. We all need a place to live… people, plants, and animals. Humans are victims of our own success. I do believe we are overpopulating the earth as well as recklessly poisoning ourselves by our misuse of resources. Thank you for a thought-provoking post. ❤
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Yes, we are overpopulating and polluting and not facing up to it, hopefully soon we will. Thank you Cheryl.
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Now that is outstanding! I especially admire; “scrape this turgid grit for a plinth of future life,” and “ever darkening the breath of earth.” So much to take away from this poem 💝💝
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Thank you so much Sanaa, love your response.
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Sad that so many see much of life as insignificant and yet spend so much time and effort destroying it.
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Yes, madness in my view, hoping we might turn a corner soon though 🙂
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I enjoyed that one, extra special!
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Many thanks for that, much appreciated.
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wow “Like a giant vomit
grey porridge spews out
filling an assumed void,”
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Thank you Ruth.
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❤️
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Reblogged this on syndax vuzz.
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Very much appreciated, thank you.
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