P. James McCord writes,
Caves
but for all those twisting tunnels,
stalactooned and misty-moist,
(where ghosty happenedings hide)
lair of barely-something thoughts,
those delve-deeped, dripped, sunk-secret caves
of my mind –
perhaps you might have seen it too
(I mean that far-off, shining hope
I tried to make you understand).
oh well.
it shimmered,
blue amid the sands,
and drained into unspoken lands.
Easter Island
roll o’er, rising
flush with sky
colors spritzed and cold
against that mystic king-cream
mountain-cloud
that swirls his warm breath over me
roll, roll on, roll over rising
backdrop of the sun-cracked trees
presents me like some meagre sacrifice
alone before this ancient tide -
a small, tear-beaded statue on a
time-soaked shore
loll and fritz-roll
living pink-skied sea!
bid my thoughts be still
before your splash-spread, mute monotony -
pouring out some barbarous peace
quell such civil blasphemies
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Posted at 12:00 pm EST on the 2nd of February 2010 by P. James McCord. Under Poetry as Impressionism, Post-modernism, Surrealism There are 14 replies. |
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I think I’ve said this before — but it is such a pleasure to read your poetry because you are such good friends with words. (Even to the point of making up your own: happenedings somehow fits that line perfectly.) I really like the way you use and create adjectives (which are my favorite part of speech) in lines like “those delve-deeped, dripped, sunk-secret caves” and “a small, tear-beaded statue on a / time-soaked shore”. Both the poems are certainly an emotive success, as they say. :-) Both of them convey a powerful feeling, and I really enjoyed reading them.
Wow. Wonderful. Wish I could make my words flow as effortlessly and evocatively as you did here. I think “stalactooned” is a portmanteau to make even Humpty-Dumpty proud. Any tips as to inspiration? I can’t wait to hear more poems.
Forgot to say – I love the kenning style of adjectiving. It’s very well done.
I already told you what I thought of the first poem, that it reminded me of the David MacIntyre Ave Maria experience (except that had no sand in it).
The second one almost seems like it is supposed to be a nonsense poem, especially with this line:
loll and fritz-roll
living pink-skied sea!
Like Edward Lear or something.
“stalactooned and misty-moist”
I liked it all except for that line. Mainly, because I’ve gone caving several times, and though caves are definitely moist, misty is far to “clean” an adjective to describe a cave. Have you gone caving? were the caves you went caving in misty? I may only know Arizona caves, but such caves I’ve been in were slimy, mucky, muddy, and sandy. Humid perhaps, but not “misty”.
the adjective is unreal. And perhaps it would add more depth if you showed that like caves, the mind is not all pure?
but perhaps impurity would ruin it.
I don’t know. My internal organs rebelled at the word “misty”.
What do you think, Pepper?
Other than that, I really like caves.
by which I mean, “Caves”. well, I like caves too, but I was referring to your poem, that I really liked.
A general thank you to all of you. I wasn’t sure anyone would like these.
Lauren — yes, I knew I was going out on a limb making up adjectives that way. I’m glad you liked them, although it could certainly be argued that I’m simply bluffing for alliteration’s sake.
Carson — thanks for the high praise. Judging from your work, I doubt you need any help with inspiration.
Vicki –well, nonsense poetry might be putting it a little strongly. The lines you mentioned were an attempt to imitate the sounds waves make: lots of “r”s, “l”s, and “O” vowels, to my ear.
Erin — I appreciate your input as a spelunker. I am not so familiar with caves as you seem to be. While a realistic portrayal of caverns was not my primary objective, I’ll consider changing “misty-moist”. As I think about it, that phrase does seem rather clunky, doesn’t it? Let me see…
Ah, I see. I would have said that waves made lots of “s”s and “sh”s and “f”s. Which I guess “fritz” is good for, but it just seems like a silly word to me.
I can’t say I like all of your effects and technique; inventive wordplay has never particularly entranced me. But I keep coming back to these over and over again, and I keep feeling them. I think it has something to do with a kind of syntax of ideas and emotions. More later, if I manage to rationalize it more.
Good stuff.
I don’t mean to sound overly excited. But “Caves” is one of the best poems I’ve read. That’s a period at the end of that sentence.
Well, you asked…
I am always concerned that there’s some Secret Poetry Punctuation Code that I haven’t been allowed to see. Or perhaps only truly intelligent people can see the emperor’s clothes?
What does the lack of capitalization mean? Why are there italics? How can I know why you used a dash instead of a colon? Is it supposed to be visual, rather than heard?
How is the reader supposed to know all these things?
Just listen to what you grandmother has to say James – these are GREAT!
Your style of poetry is something I usually don’t care for too much. *ignores yelling in the background screaming “Understatement!!”*
However, “Caves” is amazing. It’s going into my commonplace book.
(If you want to change misty-moist, perhaps mucky- or muddy- moist? It keeps the alliteration and syllable count, and is more accurate.)
Wow.