AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Déjà Vu Dreamcoat ~ for Writer's Island

Pic by Liv-one "Looking Back" on Deviant Art
~
It was a day of seering winds
And whining rains ~
When the soul needed
To huddle
In a room
Bristling with fires
And old memories
Time had forgotten
Till now
~
Grinding
Splitting
Crashing
Metal
Still pin-balled
Around her mind ~
The visual horrors
Cranked by
Like convulsing
Skeletal frames
~
If only she had not been distracted
By new music
On the radio ~
If only
She had not reached ~
For just a second ~
To turn up the volume
Heavy metal music
Today
May not have
A whole new meaning
~
Like discovering a dreamcoat
Déjà vu is coloured with wisdom
~

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Cranked by
Like convulsing
Skeletal frames"

I love this turn of phrase.
Infact,love this entire take.
Was wincing as I read because I could almost here the sounds as I read it, powerfully written, beautifully expressed.

paisley said...

this was a great poem... it reminded me of when i used to work in a metal bar,, after last call when they would turn on the lights and scream... "turn up the music so you wont hear the crash!!!" and we did.

so well done...

rebecca said...

i liked how you chose heavy metal music to be the music she was listening to when she crashed...it became a new double-entrendre for her....perfect!

Anonymous said...

I like heavy metal. At one time I used to crazy about it! No, I did not crash!

LOL!

dancing comes full circle

Tumblewords: said...

Vivid imagery - the perfect words...!

Jeques said...

Your thoughts come alive on screen as I scroll down and read this poem, they jump out ~ and oh, I heard the sounds, too!

I'm deeply submerged to your poetry.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

Lifeless in Ohio said...

deja vu is colored with wisdom - love it!

Anonymous said...

It does have a heavy sense of deja vu!

Constance Brewer said...

"whining rains" - what a great phrase! I also love the twist at the end that leads the reader in unexpected directions. Nicely done. :)

Cassiopeia Rises said...

My friend, I love the sounds of your poem. And this I adore Till now

"Grinding
Splitting
Crashing
Metal
Still pin-balled
Around her mind"wonderful music to the ears.

toujous, lanie-nd

Anonymous said...

A deja vu 'flash' while driving that sets you in mind of a terrible car crash would be most unsettling.

I liked the visual and sonic textures of this piece.

Head Cookie said...

Great post. I too took this as a deja vu of events leading to a crash. I thought it was a very powerful post.

Pirate Princess said...

I could feel this one come to life - wonderful use of words!

Jane Doe said...

'The visual horrors
Cranked by
Like convulsing
Skeletal frames'

Those lines are amazing. I love what you did with this piece, it is so descriptive, so vivid.

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