John Weber Poet Free verse

Cacophony

Pinning chests like puffins to project
      fuzzy assertion,
      huddled, brave foragers
chase the crumbs along the
      stained ground,

flapping feathers of civility during
      auspicious climbs and
      daft plummets, swooping in
massive waves of perplexed flesh
      until frenzied,

shifting and undulating in rage like a
      storm of hungry nerves
      all darting with beaks coiled
in panicked alarm: no longer just a
      severe warning.

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John Weber April 16, 2009 at 12:26 PM Understandable questions, Debbie. A cacophony is a building creshendo of sound, evidenced in the language selection, mainly the verbs. When read, the building tempo and volume becomes apparent. The hidden element on this one is wind: the winds of change would be the notion I'm attempting to express, puffin is merely a hint. In fact, this was written with a very human concept in mind, the eminent financial collapse and the panic it shall cause. Hopefully, this helps clarify. Peace-John.

Debbie Guzzi April 16, 2009 at 11:47 AM There are wonderful snipets of words...flapping feathers of civility ...but civility is a human trait is man imatating the puffin or is the puffin imatating the man and or is the noise of the storm imatating both? Perplexed me. Light & Love

Debbie Guzzi April 16, 2009 at 11:46 AM I guess, I don't know what to make of the poem? A cacophony is a bunch of discordant sounds, yes? A puffin is a seabird with a mostly silent call, a purring or a growlish sound, perhaps we do not talk of birds at all but only of the storms resemblense to the birds behaviors. The elements would have been Fire/Water/air/earth..the senses..not sure perhaps touch?

Matt Caliri March 29, 2009 at 1:45 PM Very crafty wording ("like puffins to project"), with a nice underlying creepy tone and momentum.

Carolyn Devonshire March 26, 2009 at 9:25 AM Incredible imagery and a powerful message. Well done, John!

David Smalling March 26, 2009 at 7:54 AM This is no mere noise, my friend, this is imagism, and look at the power in this one:shifting and undulating in rage like a storm of hungry nerves - thank you for it, God bless you.