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linking with dVerse for the "dadaism" prompt
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination. ~John Lennon
Sometimes the wars of life drown out the voice of reason and peace. Everything that makes sense becomes distorted, like an images reflection in cut class. So the revolutionary that lives within the spirit of every man makes his way out to the surface and speaks out and demands to be heard. Here is my attempt at an abstract "dadaism" piece of writing:
My voice has been swallowed by a lion
whose roar is flying with fallen stars
where light and dark make love to silence
and beauty looks on in longing to be touched
yes yes life says
take the lion and the shark with 2 hands
hold on to the grievance
let go of the loss
give it to the opera singer
and then cover your ears
and sing
la la la la la la la la.
whose roar is flying with fallen stars
where light and dark make love to silence
and beauty looks on in longing to be touched
yes yes life says
take the lion and the shark with 2 hands
hold on to the grievance
let go of the loss
give it to the opera singer
and then cover your ears
and sing
la la la la la la la la.
where the light and dark make love to silence...ha..i like me some revolutionary singing carrie...ha...fierce piece...i like....
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian...this Dadaism writing was a struggle for me. :-)
DeleteI like the idea of giving the loss to an opera singer! Definitely a positive and proactive approach! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary hope you have a great weekend. :-)
DeleteI enjoyed the energy and resolute feeling in your poem, Like the taking the lion and the shark with 2 hands'.
ReplyDeleteI think that lion definitely gave you your voice back, Carrie. So well expressed. I hope to read more of your work soon.
ReplyDeleteI specially like this part: let go of the loss
ReplyDeletegive it to the opera singer ~ Very dadaist poem ~
LOVE!
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this.
ReplyDeleteThe lion may have swallowed your voice, but it seems to me that you ARE that lion. I could feel disenfranchisement, despair, and at the end, a strong resolve. This was both delicate and powerful.
What I know about dadiadist poetry is that I cannot spell it. But I do know when a poem moves me, and I am so moved by this.
Love love too!
ReplyDeletethe images bring home to us beauty, mystery and power...very well penned...
ReplyDeletehaha - that sounds like a good way of getting rid of some things... opera singers can get crazy with their voices - i like
ReplyDelete"...lion
ReplyDeletewhose roar is flying with fallen stars..."
Oh, Carrie, this is beautiful and fetching and memorable. Love it.