A Hearty Repast (Part IV & V)

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A Hearty Repast

original poetry cycle
part IV & V (of VII)

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Welcome to part four and five of the poetry cycle "A Hearty Repast." This is a part of a project I started to challenge myself to write longer form pieces. I am writing one stanza per day to form a 21 part piece, divided into 3 main 7-part "chapters." This is the first "chapter." If you missed the first four parts, here is the link to A Hearty Repast Part I, and here is a link to A Hearty Repast Part II & III. Thanks for all the feedback so far! For now, I am going to leave it to the reader to determine what story is being told, but as per many comments and requests, I will write an in-depth explanation of what the piece is about when I post all seven parts together. For now the hint I will give is that the word "Repast" is the key to the entire meaning of the piece. I hope you enjoy and thanks very much for the love and support!

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IV.

     Once the enchantment unwound,
Found walking a zigzag path.
What was behind me destroyed
By my passage, what is in front
Becomes built by my eyes.
     Parallelism jukes the golden ratio
Of crowns & haughty decrees,
        Spontaneous demolition of thought
            Flamboyant with promise unrestrains
    The fenceless joy & childlike glee.
       Inherent, I become a lack of script,
   A sky train of punch-paper holes,
  A window or gateway to eternity.
      Amalgamated, I was layers of void,
                 Densely crunched supernovae, webbing,
         Soft, piercing, round, fluffball spike,
           Melting into the stationary substance,
I was I am I shall be fetterless,
For fetters pour of my-less seed.

V.

    Nothing resounds, footfall absorbs
       Into my diaphanous intestine of sky.
I am circumstantial in this body
           Of lilac timidity; a permanent drawbar
        Adjusts the timbre of my atmosphere
With mechanical influidity.
    If a fountaining variation of sinew,
      Leafvein, ghost hair overflew in the
Infantile pride of a novice
      Whose creation, silpshod, collapses
    Amidst the plummeting shadow of
    Smiles, with lookers-on transfixed,
Would one muster indignation
Or righteous disdain to report
             The delinquent to the celestial warden?

The rugged innovation precarious with
             Dendritic futurity, magnetizing unease
From the confiscators while the
Genius rots in debtor's prison.
In this place seafront memories
  Rise steamlike through lichenous
          Residue, Kinetic through rusted cuffs
Where a bit of kelp, water, and
           Soggy rice wait patiently, the pittance
That keeps a renegade alive.

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Written by
@d-pend
11/17/17
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Art credits

1 — "The Elfin Forest" by Phatpuppyart
2 — "Springtime" by Ahaas
3 — "Blue Christmas" by Tanya Shatseva
4 — "Prison of Desires" by Kleyos
5 — "Reality and Fantasy" by KR-2Y-51-3K