I wake up into the husk of a world
Unfinished, where you can see
The guide-lines.
Caution tape on gummed walls,
Flecks of plaster, neglected caulking:
The world is a lonesome construction site.
I am the stern surveyor!
The progress makes me grimace.
But still, there is a broad smile
On my face—
The world is an overripe fruit.
It's a stump on a footpath,
Or it's a boulder
In a stream.
It's ghost laughter
And a frigid embrace.
It's the sun rising,
on a graveyard:
house of mirrors.
If you look at it,
just so—
a mirage of mourning is born.
Writing & images
Created by @d-pend
on February 22, 2018,
edited on September 24, 2018.
Note
Good morning! Well, it was morning earlier when I edited this, haha. Some of you might remember this one from way back, but I've modified it quite substantially and I think it's a much stronger piece now. I've never done any reposting of material on Steemit but I think it's an interesting way to revisit different periods to re-invigorate one's creativity. (Of course, it's also too bad that our work "dies" on the chain after only 7 days!) I promise any time I do reposts, they will be edited, enhanced—transformed in one way or another, not simply copy-pasted :-)
I go through so many phases in writing (and learn new techniques, of course) that it can be quite jarring to read how I wrote at various periods in the past. With this piece, the original was so unrhythmic I found it odd. My mind has become "infected" by more verse-like rhythms, these days! (@quillfire, I partly blame you for turning me to the dark side of poetic meter!) I also created these phased images by some geometric transformations/overlays. If you want to see how the original version was different, click here.
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