the origin of my life
a frottage
friction
giving rise to the template
the grattage image to be completed in the mind of the viewer
women
are often invisible
at best
compartmentalised by Man
a notional ekphrasis
but they make their presence known
they’re a work of art crowding in on the subconscious
labyrinth of walls built by mankind over eons
to keep out that which they fear
colouring the walls yellow
it is a Freudian slip
by that subliminally acknowledging
that it is
mentally activating
psychologically stimulating higher cognition, intuition
creativity
and feelings of optimism
all attributes of Woman
having escaped confines of cultural mores
I do not go with the flow
but will often lead the pack
Categories:
compartmentalised, art, philosophy,
Form: Ekphrasis
“Objects of Affection”
Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky
we love to look
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels
all’s fair in
love and war
when faith
and belief
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied
trust
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball
is dropped,
compartmentalised
life interrupted
for the unheard
taken down
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied
what is love
to the alienated
gone AWOL alien
true fabric
orchestrated
by the external
as something other,
superficial,
the internal, inconvenient,
briefly recognised
worthless feelings
buried deep, the complex
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;
by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct
love
unknown
life
unrecognised
of unknown origin
unidentified
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
compartmentalised, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
After The Funeral
Tim had found his place after the party. Faring well in his urn he waited to be scattered. Compartmentalised, fragmented and united into two batches of memories.
Indian Ocean
Passionate love on beaches
Drift wood adventures
His friends and family celebrated his life. Lit a fire, gathered smoke and cherished what pastures had given them. Salutation, saltation and salt on sad skin. They rejoiced in ambivalent moments of loss and beginning. That was the easy bit. But Tim had always been eccentric and maybe the waves were too smooth on their own. Easy had not been his domain. Always up to challenges and arduous paths, het set a task even in death. ‘Go tell it on the mountain’.
Climb Mount Everest
Fresh air healthy exercise
Dust sprinkled on snow
Would his children rise up to the dare and defiance? Could they respect final wishes? Was it one step too far? Had it been jest and on whom was the joke? Strides upon strides they stumbled to the top of the world. Caressed their blisters and bridged ascent in meaning and closure.
Serene harmony
Stunning demise flying high
Carbon clouds condensed
Categories:
compartmentalised, death,
Form: Haibun
Images for everything,
Signs with ripe symbols,
Visuals about anything,
With no long preambles.
Instant recognition,
Vital shapes in miniature,
Evoking that retention,
By a certain curvature.
My feelings emphasised,
My thoughts are taken,
They’re compartmentalised,
So that i do awaken.
Holographs like hieroglyphics,
Emphasise what’s said,
With prominent specifics,
That make a fine bed.
My holographic cactus,
Let my feelings out,
To talk about apparatus,
Jaggy, sharp, and with clout.
Categories:
compartmentalised, art, emotions, feelings, image,
Form: Quatrain