microscopic,
swimming in the absinthe pool
on the famous silver spoon
looking at the world
through a blue telescope
for blue women
to give blue roses to,
with whom he might elope
living fully
but knowing
death comes only to soon,
for him every night
is the fabled blue moon
over intellectualized
and over aestheticized
for his blue collar road,
he only fully felt half
the feelings
he allowed to show
rolling around
in a metaphoric wheel chair
because he couldn't bear
to "leave the world unseen"
(with its fruit trees,
nightingales, libraries,
and the spaces between,)
the blue man knows
that "painting"
is all it all really means
they turned him
into a comic book
and he took a careful look,
(caught between perplexion and respect)
he couldn't find
the will to object
and so he signed it
with a blue question mark
Comments
Highhat | May 24, 2011 - 13:47
I am sure there is an underlying conjugation here but it is difficult to grasp- for me anyway- but then I can be pretty daft. I like the images and metaphors and it is really quite beautiful despite the harshness I do understand.
Have I got it all wrong Sean?
;)Pia
seannelson | May 24, 2011 - 23:40
Hello Pia, there really isn't any underlying conjugation or meaning. Often that's what I'm trying to do with a poem but as in this case, not at all. It is nonetheless true that meaning often slips in subconsciously anyway.
friendliest regards,
Sean
maggyvaneijk | May 31, 2011 - 22:02
intriguing and mysterious, the last stanza is my favourite
seannelson | June 2, 2011 - 17:35
thanks mag.. yeah, I don't understand the piece either, but what I do understand is that it's what my muse wanted me to write; It felt right. Of course I'm capable of writing a logical, non-contradictory poem, and have done so many times. So I let just these poems form as they will. I appreciate your kind words.