Sunday, August 10, 2008

Spaces and Dust

A sheen of dust,
thin envelope of air,
and a fear of death
that stops us living,
are things we all share.

I inhabit space
behind a cellar door -
geographically nowhere much.

The door is a curtain of sun-
construction a selection of fragments,
sprung green fern, fragrant degradation.

My mighty arms are combed
with stents and probes,
underlashed by equatorial pipes.

We are between spaces -
height - depth -
left - right -
hemispheres of chance
drenched with light, borders tied
with chants and prayers.

Wonder-bound, our wounds
are mined with wire and sound -
blooms of colour
amid fear and deafness.

Deities of indecision,
how the dust settles
in the loss of momentum,
like flies on a carcass.


Blogger Chris Never said...

and a fear of death
that stops us living.

Never a truer word spoken....

Excellent piece Moon, so much good stuff in this one.

Wonder-bound, our wounds
are tithed with wire and sound -

love the little rhyme in this, the structure of the whole strophe is very cool

Only suggest if your interested

I inhabit space
behind a cellar door.
Geographically nowhere much-

I might consider leaving it here
and dropping the last line?
just a thought

The door is a curtain of sun-


drenched with light

oh just so lovely


3:28 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

thanks. yeah I like your suggestion. I've struggled to get this one together and it still feels like it could do with a bit of work.
I wrote it mostly on how the sound flowed. The part you picked out:

Wonder-bound, our wounds
are tithed with wire and sound -

is probably where I'm most uncomfortable about meaning. Not sure if 'tithed' works there or not?

3:39 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

well maybe

Wonder-bound, our wounds
are clinched with wire and sound

depends, are you wanting to give the meaning of an offering, thus, tithed fits

4:33 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yeah. I'll have to think about it some more. I'm still not 100% sure what meaning I want there. cheers

4:46 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

and while I'm here ... god I'm sick of logging in on this bloody google blog thing!!!

I always click the 'remember me' box and yet, every time I come back to do something I have to log in again! It pisses me off so much!

4:48 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I never click remember me lol

Have you got your browser set to clear cache etc each session?

You may have your settings so you don't remember anything, passwords etc included, check in settings kid.

2:54 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol ? cache??


I'll have a look. Thanks.

3:29 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

what browser are you using?

I will walk you through it

3:33 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Well, assuming you are using Internet explorer

Open IE, up the top on the bar is a tab called 'tools', open it.

Click on the bottom tab which is 'internet options'

you will see about middle of the page an option called 'browsing history', click on the 'settings' tab

Make sure it is set to 'automatically'


3:43 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

ok, I got it. It is set to automatically. Thanks. Still am having to log in but never mind.

4:33 AM  
Blogger Pris said...

First of all, glad to find this poem. I like it. I know you'd said you didn't have as much time to write.

I have to sign in every time, too, and my browswer doesn't clear my cache. The other places that are supposed to 'remember me' do, just not blogger.

2:36 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Pris. I'm glad it's not just me then. It's really annoying though. I wish they'd iron out these little glitches.

8:42 PM  

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