a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the third of ten poems.
moon
light
tide
touch
cloaked in dirt
stirred by ozone
I am a chorus of stars
a clarity of pulsing tone
old kings may issue from golden tombs
lit by the fire of pure constellations
faded ink may roar bloody fear
but i am only
thought
bottled
and glass planets circle me
there is nothing here in this toy kingdom
in this smelter for colour
nothing but a
fragrant exhalation.
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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🙂 This is, as always, beautiful. Glass planets and toy kingdoms. Both part of, and removed from all that is and ever was. Brilliant.
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thankyou swirly – I feel a kind of delight at that imagery myself …not sure from whence (how do you spell wence ?) it came, maybe mr magoriums magic emporium 🙂
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Hehe…whence is correct. 🙂 And, I suspect it came from Arna’s Mind of Ardently Flowing Argent.
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ardently flowing…sometimes so ardent i find myself spinning like a dervish
(unintentionally!)
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As always an incredible visual and auditory experience when viewing your art and reading your lines of poetry.
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it is light to see you appreciate my work xx
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your art touches me.
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I love that we can express a kind of affection to others through our art xx
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yes, the companion to story, a way of communicating who we are.
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Rilke might be renowned but, you honor her better by your rendering of caressing word-throbs of heavenly and earthly element that elevate! Truly ! Hugs~Debbie
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I feel like a star reading your comment xx thank you
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Lovely. I love your ending with a picture 🙂
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thank you very much, i feel happy that you like it x
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love the writing and the picture.
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thanks xx
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very nice
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most appreciated
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This is really beautiful 😀
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thankyou , I appreciate your comment …smiling
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“nothing but” – but so much. more than enough. beautiful! “chorus of stars” and the title phrase “pure constellations” – unforgettable.
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My heart beats in appreciation! musical xx
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