Seraphim

Those rhymes and meters paled
in comparison to that tan;
could those Laguna sunglasses
let in light enough to write in sand?

Perhaps those blues blazed through
that tint, not rose-colored, but cold -
no summer sun could bleach out truth;
it must be ever told.

If simple sight can guillotine
an intellectual fantasy,
how much more can what we write
dispel some boyhood fancy?

The pens will write, the keys be typed,
fueled onward on a whim,
but many more may move tonight
inspired by seraphim!

January 11, 2009

Chris,

That was so much fun!

Thanks for thinking of me!!

elise

While this is very funny without knowing the story behind it :), I enjoyed knowing that it was inspired by a certain pretty pic.

I loved the lines:

Love your opening, Christopher. Very amusing.

well done.

I understand that this attaches to some image here, that I don't know about,
and that it has something to do with Elise.

The poem sings.

Those rhymes and meters paled in comparison to that tan.

No matter how deep a poem gets, it cannot replace the real thing.

I don't know if that's what it's supposed to mean, but it means
that to me, and I hadn't thought that in such a simple and easy way before,
so I learned something new about something I'd not investigated enough before.

If simple sight can guillotine an intellectual fantasy:

to me, it means that reality checking can falsify the most sophistic philosophy,
and that it's worthwhile doing that, (no summer sun could bleach out truth;
it must be ever told), because the truth shall set you free.

The seraphim, those head angels with the, what is it, six wings? I forget.
I've not heard of them as inspiration, but what I know about religions is
long ago, far away, and despised enough to have forced most of it out
of my head.

But if it means that writing takes technique, but that technique without that
mysterious thing, inspiration, does not the finer poems make, then that's another
item on your menu that I think takes an instructional dead hit on the usual
write it up and plop it down writing.

So, whatever the poem was intended to say to the cognoscenti, it said plenty
to me, and said it in a usable and entertaining poem.

Thanks!

I always try to throw some spritzes of truth and beauty in all my work, and even talk about doing it sometimes - I'm glad you could find a "so what" in this piece.