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Tue 28 Sep, 2004 06:34 am
I have come to the temple of insects
where the buzz and hum of the hive
echos off the tiny cubicle walls,
perfectly designed
for clipping wings.
Buzzing and humming,
the sound of thought within the cells.
Only the occupants know what happens
when they sleep.
Some buzz and hum,
Others choose ?'perchance to dream.'
Behind and under
Not quite out of sight
Slithery serpentine tangle of cable
Provides the power
To twiddle the bits
to sleep... to sleep...
Very nice change of pace, cav!
Oooh...'change of pace' intrigues me as commentary kelly. Can you elaborate? I am preparing a few short pieces for submission.
Well, I'm not sure how far beyond my original observation I can elaborate! The change of pace to which I refer is the contextual shift in time and the abstract nature of the piece, en toto. The first thought that comes to mind is Dickenson's 'I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died', though the two poems are diametric in their meaning. Yours evokes Shakespearian themes, and those are always welcome to an informed constituency :-)
Just a total diversion, every time I hear 'en toto' I can't help thinking 'I'll get you and your little dog too!' Then I remember the scamp's daring escape from the wicked witch. "On Toto!" I yell, inside.
I am too much the free-associator.
Thanks edgar and kelly. As I revise other pieces, I'll post them. Your advice is always appreciated. I am looking to get at least 10-20 works edited, to submit 5-8 to the magazines.
Good luck - you got the gift!
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