mindless wanderings
through the crowd
wearing corpse faces,
hollow eyes.
I see a man aglow
alone,
unhindered
by the company.
He plays a flute,
his mustache
tingling wood,
my soul.
Who is he
in this impenetrable
darkness
of these lives?
Robotic movements
go on, devoid of
any recognition
for him.
He bursts into
flames, the arcs of
revival, everything
ends.
The end begins,
bones litter
the pathways
of my mind.
.
For dVerse, where we are writing tenWord poems, a form devised by Mr. Brian Miller. He says, “I call this one on tenWord, because after ten words no one is listening anyway, or already formulating their response…and what can you say in ten words…”
I have written seven such verses, which make a whole while also standing alone.
Image source– It is a digital painting by Saatchi Art Artist, Jon Holland.
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Interesting form and I like Brian’s notation after 10 words no one is listening…well, your’s was very interesting…they do stand all alone with a haiku/american sentence tone to each.
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I do like the whole set, but particularly the last verse. Ten words can say so much as you have proven.
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There’s something about playing the flute that is magical..yes, each 10 stands on its own here
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Intriguing!
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It sounds as if that kind of crowd would not even notice if the flautist burst into flames.Dead men walking, so to speak.
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The flute poem is lovely.
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Excellent .. you walk through the progression telling a story.. yet each poem is a poem in itself.
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I love the story unfolding specially the bursting into flames ~ Really well done HA ~ Have a good day ~
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Nicely done. Each one could stand alone, but together they tell a story.
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what a fascinating character you have created…revival is something that is needed, that is for sure….and perhaps we need a light like that in the darkness…
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Really, there is nothing like beautiful flute music to transport a person into a magical place. An interesting set…a complex picture over all.
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Your lines made me think of the sphinx and its ability to die and then rise again from its ashes.
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Each one a jewel! It would be hard to pick a fav!
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The end begins,
bones litter
the pathways
of my mind.
The bitter end reveals how the process went. It is normally not an easy task and one has to get over many obstacles! Great lines HA!
Hank
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Very strong excellent take on Brian’s form; kind of magical how each stanza stands alone, yet is integral to the whole. I chose to make every ten Word a totally separate entity, & combine them with some of my photography. Lots of fun out here on the trail.
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I enjoyed the progression here, and how the words pulled me along
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there’s a lot of felt agony in this…the bones littering the pathway of mind is a very strong image
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I like how you connect each set of 10. The closing lines are powerful.
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Loved them all but the first one took my breath away as did the last one. Quite provocative.
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I like the picture these paint. The flute especially captured me.
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Each poem stands on its own, and combined,tell a mystical story.
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A fascinating write, HA, indeed, and like you yourself say, each segment can be obsserved as solitary, yet it is at the same time a larger and much more captivating story when read together.
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This was rather intense and I found myself wanting to know more about this man. You did an excellent job. The flute caught my ear..
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that flute line… well, it was awesome
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Hey HA–like others I especially liked the image of the flute and the stanzas about that–all interesting and very distinctive. Thanks. k.
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