Remain in Lanes
Remain in lanes
.original spoken-word by @d-pend
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with art by YazzyLove
The recording of me
reading "Remain in Lanes"
can be found at the links below.
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► Listen on DSound
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► Listen on Soundcloud
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Remain in lanes
With enough repetition
they etch initials in treerings:
with voices alone
become the scalpels of pharisees.
Charisma confined to fern-lines,
allows the climbers to photosynthesize.
Foreclose upon bleak facades
with cartoon dreams looming parade-float-like.
Bloated chain that swells the river banks:
Not to worry--onward drudge.
Holy over-the-shoulder salt thrown
Superstition solely cubby-holed.
Keep on the blinders,
warhorse onward.
Fill out the forms,
with blazing blanks.
Crimson numerals
tattooed on temples,
billboards bright
loom over the teeming ranks.
By @d-pend
8/16/18
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Art by
YazzyLove
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1 --- "My adventures"
2 --- "Got a lot of work to do"
3 --- "Lonely walk around the city"
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Very good poetic interpretation to reflect in your verse when some is encuendra in a dead end in a gloomy world where the chains swells but our transformation frees us.
great poetry...nice lines 👌🏻
There're so many poems in Steemit, but none of them is similar to yours, Daniel!
You're a very special author, with very special world perception.
Sometimes I wonder: is it easier to understand You as a person and then get all hidden senses of your poems, or at first it's better to try to "enter" your poems, and only then your inner world will be opened a little
A mystery?:)
Hope you’re doing fine, @d-pend.
This poem strongly caught my attention. What a soulless drill can we make out of life. In the world of this poem, we have become the antagonists of nature:
It is such a strong image. Our egocentric invasiveness engraved in the eternal pulp of trees. The image of a gentle cow being branded came to my mind immediately.
Those “blazing blanks”, “those crimson numerals tattooed on temples” may be, sadly, indeed the only trace we are supposed to leave behind us, the deceitful appearance of color: meaninglessness.
The third stanza took me to the second picture. The scene makes me shiver with a cold and metallic tremor in the spine. It’d be a good image of hell (one where you feel cold), a place of automatons, ignoring the thriving green of the climbers.
Looming is a powerful image, for everything is intertwined in the universe. The second stanza takes me directly to the last picture, where you work out this image to allude to interconnectivity, like a myriad of lanes at a multitude of crossroads: the fabric of life. Intense.
Your voice, superb! ♥ Thanks for writing amazing pieces ☻
art that is so beautiful ... makes something ordinary become extraordinary.
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Ahhhh that is too heavy for spoken word! I can't even catch 20% of what you are expressing, needs repeated listening! Very nice though! Especially the climbers :-D
Haha! Thanks, I’m glad you find it densely layered enough to warrant repeated listens :-)
I find that creating spoken word pieces puts me in a kind of suspension or trance. It beckons a kind of calm lucidity that is highly enjoyable.
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