Description: This is an abstract poem based solely on the sound of the words. Its only purpose is to feel good as you read it aloud. Any other meaning derived from it is unintentional and purely coincidental.
strangely enough, this reminds me of t.s. eliot's 'the love song of j. alfred prufrock.' i love those first two lines, 'pamper an amorous eloquent' even without the words that follow it. i do. this is great nonsense.
i like how you play with words. it shows a real appreciation for them. :)
my my that was some tasty sound candy my dear! what a fun thing to do, you have created quite an abstract painting with your words. brava! we can all find things in and between the lines too, can't we? wonderful job. !Cat
First time I read anything of the sort. I am not sure what I feel about it.
But what I can say is that you hit your target in the middle. It makes no sense. no hidden meaning to me either, the words are not even linked in meaning. You have a musical rhythm going on. That is what you wanted, you got it.
I liked the line "feline elephant" that was funny.. reminded me of a movie.. "donny darko" where drew barriimore said out of all the different combinations of words in the english language.. cellar door.. was the most beautiful.. mmm.. anyway.. interesting read.. wierd.. different shaun
The beauty of the abstract is that it is cryptically disguised and I enjoyed this piece for that very reason. I don't consider anything truly without meaning as anything artistically offered is worthy in itself. Thanks for the original read. Love,Peace,Joy!
OK! First I just read the title and poem, then I checked for your intro. I still haven't read the other's comments. My first impression was that this is an exercise in sonics. Your intro kind of confirmed that. Your intro also reminded me of a disclaimer Mark Twain wrote in a book I read once, to wit, This is a work of fiction. Any one finding similarities between the characters of this story and any person, now living or dead, shall be hung by the neck. So, nope, I am not stating any meanings that I may or may not have found here! ,;-)
eloquence live in zoological spaces between the bowling ball that congested my amoire Du Fay composed a mass for St. Anthony of Padua but it was removed prior to malignancy even then fighting for place in history filed under Renaissance man all topics converged under the dripping canopies in Rome's finest outdoor cafe, my bloodshot eyes resembled red stars, shot straight into iris eyes, it's my story, the red star wounds I've earned, they feel so real, and when the light returns, to my heart it will carve the beam inside like a lathe *magnificence* pardon my abstraction,or need I ask? great fun, thanks btd