Over the hill and under the sky
Orbiting the rim of a moan
Circling slowly like a dizziness
It felt like an ocean folding.
Veering narrowly into a crevice
Scissoring sharply on his teeth
Cutting the air with its two knives
It felt like a vertical rebellion.
Rustling quietly, leaves on a tree
Creating spaces for three corners
He was edgy, sometimes leaning on me
It felt like weaving a symmetry.
She came down sliding like a turn
On a whip of lush, thick cream
She swerved slyly, gave me a kiss
It felt like a sweet misspelling.
Orbiting the rim of a moan
Circling slowly like a dizziness
It felt like an ocean folding.
Veering narrowly into a crevice
Scissoring sharply on his teeth
Cutting the air with its two knives
It felt like a vertical rebellion.
Rustling quietly, leaves on a tree
Creating spaces for three corners
He was edgy, sometimes leaning on me
It felt like weaving a symmetry.
She came down sliding like a turn
On a whip of lush, thick cream
She swerved slyly, gave me a kiss
It felt like a sweet misspelling.
Hello!
ReplyDeleteThis is a concept poem I've been working on, thanks to a sudden idea. What follows is the floor, windows and doors of the poem, so if you wish to create your own you are free not to read this. :)
Each stanza is an expression of what a particular letter feels like, tastes like, looks like, sounds like. I have been fascinated by the stories that sounds in English (actually any language) create in my mind. It is sort of like a lingual synaesthesia. Although it may be credited in part to my social conditioning and the natural associations that I've been making with these letters, sounds to the feelings, images, but instead of turning away from this conditioning, I would like to celebrate it.
Our imagination can do wonderful things, even when it splashes around within the limitations we have unknowingly set for ourselves. Instead of trying to break or chip through those self-created walls, this poem attempts to splatter lots of colour on those very walls.
The title is meaningless in the sense of a word standing for a word. As far as I know, 'ovelle' does not mean anything. (It may just, however, mean something in Italian.) But the word ovelle is a hint to the letters' textures I have tried to express in the poem. Thus the name.
You can try to figure out which letter each stanza is singing about. Or, you could let it sprinkle over you. :)
Ovelle!
*The title is meaningless in the sense of a word standing for a meaning.
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"Instead of trying to break or chip through those self-created walls, this poem attempts to splatter lots of colour on those very walls."
ReplyDeleteI like that a lot. i really really do. And its kind of funny, but i saw inception today and during parts of the poem, my mind kept going back and imagining stuff. IMAGINATION.
Each stanza talks about the first letter of the first word of that stanza.
ReplyDeleteMy NaNo novel was going to be about this. About letters. Nuff said.
Anony-moosh,
ReplyDeleteHey, you! Glad you're back. Yes, Inception, explain that film to me one of these days. I went with a couple of friends for it, two who like me were watching it for the first time. Walking out of the theatre everybody was discussing the film, my mind was stuck on several levels, dooling around without a clue. I'll watch it again but I know I'll need explaining. :P
Aaa, you really did that while watching the film? I think that's pretty cool. :)
Erm,
You're almost there. :)
I remember you mentioned something about it. I still want to read 6 and I hope you send it to me someday. :)
Well, I thought it was to do with the beginning of each stanza too.
ReplyDeleteNow my brows are furrowed,
Like an umbrella caught unawares by a sudden gust of wind.
I give up and put my hands up in surrender.
Ah, that image. Sometimes I wonder of a world without photographs - it's in our head. :)
ReplyDeleteAlright, I'll give you a clue. The letter I've described is not always in the beginning of every stanza. Let the whole description flow over you - which sound makes you stay wet?
Did I ever say that every time I do this let-me-let-you-guess thing, I feel increasingly amused at myself for being so perseverant about it? Mystery is attractive. :P
The last one is definitely S. The second one is V. The first one is O.
ReplyDeleteThe third one, though, may not be R. I don't feel. It may be L. Or K. I don't know, at all
~Peach.
Peach,
ReplyDelete3/4. :)
It's Y.
ReplyDeleteThat's what Someone Else said too! Gosh, you both. It's actually E. :)
ReplyDeleteIst stanza - O
ReplyDelete2nd stanza - V
3rd stanza - E
4th stanza - L
I don't agree. The last one is S, and the third is Y. Screw authorial intent :D That is how I FEEL it!
ReplyDeletePermission to screw authorial intent granted. :D I wonder, keenly, what Sonu has to say about this.
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