Dreams of Wheels and Lights
Bells clang in the night. The lamp post belted
by mist offers little comfort. A stone’s
toss away junipers curved like melted
spoons shudder silently. There are no phones
in this place. A thought sneaks into your mind
quietly, like a straw piercing the oak’s
armor in a bad wind. You turn and grind
the thought with your heel. A wheel rolls by, spokes
flashing like scythes. Crouching by a puddle
a man studies his face. He looks at you
and cries: “All I want is to be subtle.”
You think you know him, but you’re not sure who
he used to be. You throw a rock and shout
at him. The wheel slows and the light burns out.
Originally published in Amelia, in 1985. I remember writing it, but it still puzzles me.
Nicely done
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Thanks very much.
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are you sure it wasn’t in 1965? after all it does have that vibe. not a bad thing.
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Ha! It was definitely the 80s, as I didn’t know a sonnet from a slab of bacon before then. I’d probably had too much coffee…
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Wonderfully spoken.
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Thank you, Andreea.
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Over time I’ve learned what I thought I already knew — the enjoyment of poetry isn’t about decoding some “meaning” that we assign to the symbols in the poem. Poetry is inherently about the SOUNDS of words and the way those sounds work and play together to create FEELINGS. A GREAT poem can do this even if it is written in a language we do not speak or understand. I first began to get a handle on this through hearing recordings of Dylan Thomas reading his own poetry. Much of what he spoke had no meaning at all for me, but…oh…how those unknown sounds made me vibrate inside!
Lewis Carroll’s “Jabberwocky” is, for me, another case in point. Read “Jabberwocky” aloud and see if you agree!
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171647
As for your poetry, Bob, I almost NEVER understand it but I ALWAYS love the SOUNDS and images you put together! *** 🙂 ***
Last argument: The sounds and colors and movements of the wheels and lights of the carnival midway MEAN nothing. But they have the power to make us FEEL. In fact, all this jabberwocky has made me FEEL like a nap.
Later, Bob!
Ron
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At least my words have the power to induce sleep! 🙂
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I do feel exactly the same way. I never try to “understand” a poem – I just try to feel it via images and sounds. To me, poems are very sensory.
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It is hauntingly beautiful. My favorite line: The lamp post belted
by mist offers little comfort.
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“All I want is to be subtle” – that keeps echoing for me.
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I don’t recall much about writing the poem, but the genesis of that line makes me smile.
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Ain’t that normal? That we do puzzle ourselves with our own mind? We are writers, of course. That’s what we do – we write our Mind. hehe … Great as always, Robert!
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I often feel that mine could use a good eraser.
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haha Indeed! I think I got this huge labyrinth in my head – too many corners to turn and some are blocked with all the vines of confusion and there are mostly all just GREEN! 😛 I need a good eraser.
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I really enjoyed this poem, Robert. Some brilliant and fascinating lines in there.
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Thanks very much!
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Love the imagery. And who says that we have to understand what we write? Cheers!
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Well, I’ve never been accused of knowing what I’m writing or talking about… 🙂
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When I read it , it sounded like a dream.
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Ah, sweet success!
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a lovely enigma! “All I want is to be subtle” is a striking line
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Thanks, C.
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Thank you for coming to my post – love these pics! but it’s harder to get into the poetry…
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Some pieces speak to you, some don’t. But I’m glad you like the photos. Thanks for stopping by.
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I love this one. I love the combination of overwhelming noise, brightness, and life, and the sense of intense, barren solidarity that that brings, for me, at least. I don’t know if that’s the intended effect, but it works for me.
—Lola Elvy
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I’m pleased it works for you. Thank you.
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