wisp whisper am
breath sigh on wind
crisp and have shatter
slender parchment thin
unseenly and obseenly
ghosting of wing
tok tears am pale
scene at the fading
screaming on howl
lack beginning
at the fading
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wisp whisper am
breath sigh on wind
crisp and have shatter
slender parchment thin
unseenly and obseenly
ghosting of wing
tok tears am pale
scene at the fading
screaming on howl
lack beginning
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5 responses to “at the fading”
Very disjointed. Gets the point across. Like “obseenly” a whole lot.
Thank you. It was an intentional spelling of the word.
I was trying to break things. Therefore the disjointed elements.
Do you lack a place to begin? Or was this the beginning of the lack? A wonderful question for a metaphysical poet. (Wikipedia says the metaphysical poets lacked coherence as a movement, but there’s some pretty strong names in there.)
All places are beginnings, depending on which tale you wish to tell. But choosing when is best to begin… that’s a tough nut to crack.
Odd, I never encountered the phrase “metaphysical poets”, but if Eliot was inspired (or influenced) by the incoherent writing movement (as it seems), than I can see some of that influence indirectly upon me. Perhaps more directly influential in a similar way, are Japanese poets of Rinzai Zen, such as Ikkyū.
I learned something new today 🙂
You know, I didn’t even consciously know it was a thing. I was just trying to describe this particular poem and it seemed to fit. And the rest, as they say, is connections within connections within . . .