Martian Poetry

By Ewan

Fri, 20 Oct 2017
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We are all visitors,

in others' written countries.

There is comfort in confusion,

in unconnected connections crossing

breaks as if the Circle Line described

a triskaidecagon just for luck

and out of serendipity.

Double-triple-layered meta-fives

offer the reader simile experiences

to the writers' addled dreams

of achieving immorality.

Leave the map of sense

and logic in the glove box

with your magic hat

and coat of many collars.

Jump two-footed into the mystic,

out of the blue.

Look, down the yellow brick

rode a horseman

saddled with grief

and a bridled husband.

This is how we do it.

All poetry is Martian

along the page

to glory.

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Submitted by PoetonaHill on

This is very good Ewan. And I agree that when we read a poem we venture into the poets territory. But I'm not sure that I find comfort in unconnected connections crossing breaks. Though I agree that serendipity may lie there.I'm not hot on cryptic puzzles, so I need my similes to be of the simple kind.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

This is very good Ewan. And I agree that when we read a poem we venture into the poets territory. But I'm not sure that I find comfort in unconnected connections crossing breaks. Though I agree that serendipity may lie there.I'm not hot on cryptic puzzles, so I need my similes to be of the simple kind.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

you could always

"Leave the map of sense

and logic in the glove box"

I just liked the fact that the "unconnected connections crossing breaks" crossed a line break thereby making the enjambement a joke, not really a connection at all. Don't worry, it's not you, it's me.

Proper Martian Poetry is usually poetic descriptions of everyday objects, described as if aliens had written them. This poem is just a surreal taking of the pen for a walk and a reflection on the belief that the things described by another life form would be unrecognisable. Martian Poetry is a fun,short-lived conceit from the 70s or early 80s, but what would it really be like? Bleeps and scents and colours? Or a Google translation of poetic language? Who knows? I'm betting on the latter.

I do like lyric poetry and poetry that is unmistakable in its meaning. I just don't write it often.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Ewan

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Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Aah, point taken Ewan. My problem is that you know about these things and I don't. So excuse my ignorance. Your point is very good and totally valid. It all makes sense to me now. Thanks.

 

Submitted by PoetonaHill on

Aah, point taken Ewan. My problem is that you know about these things and I don't. So excuse my ignorance. Your point is very good and totally valid. It all makes sense to me now. Thanks.