Shutting Off

No twilight concerto to sway not yet as zigzag street lights pound upon heavy fog clutching iced flakes on rooftops like hushed matte from night's gale pouring bitter ovules to a past in need of relief. While in her vein is a constant downpour of Bach's untenable requiem as hands pound on ivory keys, immersing in the fever of the moment until fingers carve a solemn journey into wiry trails of insolent rain. How she summons the goddess of morn to cure thistles of wait and pang, sifting each beat, each note without interludes until this child- woman shifts her face against breezes, tasting madness rawness on lapping winds… In disheveled lingering she cuddles unspoken words, her own song on panels of cut-glass-------with acceptance the world could still breathe despite a torment: just then...in a twirl of air's cadence the night shuts off. ............. 1/18/2016 Jamie Pan's How Long Can A Poetry Go This poetic attempt is a cross between existential expression and stream of consciousness technique. The former highlights contemporary man's response to anguish, isolation,uncertainty of life in the midst of change.Thus, this poet explores the outpouring born from inner annihilation-- being absent from the self- YET allowing space to exhale for a new awareness to surface. Dovetailing this language of despair to the stream-of consciousness technique allows the spontaneous, raw float of thoughts without the pleasure of edit, like journaling and ' writing down the bones.' I feel that literary devices ( from metaphors, enjambment to alliteration) come into play , well, quite instinctively. In my creative writing class as a college professor, I ask my students to write with their less dominant hand to discover the 'heart of the matter.' Then again, that's beside the point. This author will leave this piece to assault your senses, and then, softly break all defenses. Thanks!