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etoc, Geo talk, song of stone, The landscape is changing, These clouds we're seeing They're explosions in the sky, Those lost at sea and never found And it's the same the whole world round
Stones
Unlikely fingers drum a borrowed
Select storm, as limber limbs prickle;
The mouth, a cold purse upon it,
Pickles briefly, then an expanse of molars
Erupts, lending any lens a full quartz
Of sparkle to this faceted canny quarry’s face.
Powdered particles of suspended
Spatial awareness reveal dark faults;
Scarried highs belch, opening veins
Perilous for following feet out of step —
Rich pickings to mine — a keen eye.
All of this whilst a corrupt world erupts;
Abyssal pain blasted across generations, nations
Ashen, already too weathered to bear much more.
Such stones are these.
Esme's Cloud 
This is either an image of war, one supposes because of Ukraine, or a trip to the dentist for the extraction of a wisdom tooth 😀
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Maybe both with a portrait at the local photographer’s along the way?
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Your patience with my tomfoolery is extraordinary. Congratulations!
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Thank you. bows and curtsies in one go. I agree. Falls about
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What fangs are these that gape so vastly wide?
What canny quarry cannot run or hide?
What world corrupt is blasted with abyssal pain,
As molars sharp sink home and open every vein?
Some ancients thought that during an eclipse,
The Sun was drawn behind a dragon’s lips;
Perhaps this limber basilisk of cosmic girth
Has stormed our way, and seeks to munch the very Earth?
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Well I can’t have you coming on here writing better poems than mine. You’re fired.
Hahahahahahaha, I jest, you aren’t fired of course, I don’t pay you enough (or indeed anything at all) to lose you and don’t want to either. What a cracking swift reposte Infidel, I find it incredibly visual, it should be animated, great stuff!
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Scarried, scarried highs
Paint your palette red in scars
Look out on a deadly day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, scarried land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your san-ity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Scarried, scarried highs
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of scarlet grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the soldier’s unloving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your san-ity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that scarried, scarried highs
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Scarried, scarried highs
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your san-ity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.
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Beautifully done and brought a tear (or two here); that song usually does, but the changes are powerful and apt.
Thank you. x
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I absolutely love the perspective provided by each word in this grand poem. It was as were I encountering each word as a series of stones that offer passage over a stream.
“Unlikely fingers drum a borrowed”
It was fun balancing on those stones, waiting to see if I careen into the water as one stone tips a bit farther than anticipated. Or finding myself following a backward-careening path that takes me to a point where I cannot help but slip along the stone-blessed stream.
As someone who loves words, I enjoyed finding Vincent right there in front of me as swirls send us glistening.
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You are incredibly kind Bill, but more, you’ve seen this piece as it was written, which is a gift to me as the writer. Thank you so much.
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Words mean much to this admirer of your words and those souls that guide the thoughts behind the kinetics of writing. I appreciate the spirit that buoys your poetry and deem it an honor to follow your creations and to participate in voicing their impact. It is a gentle joy to take part here ‘neath the esmereal grandeur aloft.
A fine time enjoyed skipping along the universe. Bringing to mind the voice of Roger Hodgson, creator of Supertramp. Here joining us along the universe, courtesy of John Lennon. Geniuses among us.
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This is the song I’ve chose for my ending, whenever that last flight may come; I love it and this is a very pretty version.
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I enjoy listening to his stuff anytime of the day. What a genius.
Forming personal bonds to musicians is simply something I do. Here is something I wrote last year that demonstrates that sense:
https://billziegler1947.com/2021/06/06/lives-and-deaths-of-musicians/
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Beautifully written post Bill, do click through folks.
Esme and Bill considering the stars upon the Cloud
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Thank you from the heart, Esme. I could always use a few more readers, but will continue to write from my soul, even when you are my only reader.
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Aww, that’s lovely, thank you dear Bill, never stop, and I will always be reading. x
-Esme Cloud pleased as punch by this
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Then I shall continue to write with rekindled spirit, knowing that my pondering touches at least one planetary soul, one who writes the best writeage you’ve ever encountered. And with aplomb. I can never resist a good plomb.
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profound & beautiful – tx for sharing
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Thank you very much da-Al, very kind of you to leave a comment, I appreciate your words.
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Thank you da-AL. It is always charming to find you at classy, magnificent marvelous wonders of the internet such as, by decree, the ethereal Esme’s stately pleasure dome.
Hellloooo there, kind friend!
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