Hey mate. Bloody Steemit won't display the graphics so ... no pictures ... which I assume, from the poem, are probably pretty important to the overall effect.
Anyway ... it did display the words. Good poem.
And on the day the inevitable comes,
some comfort in knowing, through scornful arcs:
we are tossed on that selfsame pyre of dawn
below song of jubilant larks.
Nice.
"Selfsame" ... perhaps surprisingly, a "very effective " word. I often study your non-cuneiformic poems :-) to see how you use unusual phraseology. If you don't mind, I'm probably going to poach "selfsame" at some point in the future. For Heaven's Sake ... it even has built in alliteration. :-)
I love "pyre" too ... but I beat you to it by decades. :-)
BTW ... should it be "at dawn"? Maybe I'm wrong, but it feels like it could be a typo.
Quill
Hey Quill! Just now getting caught up on replying to everything. Selfsame is a somewhat strange word, I'm trying to remember where I picked it up, but it must've been 7 or 8 years ago during college. It was one of those things I simply had to look up and confused me in just the right way that it stuck in my word bank ever sense.
Thanks for all your comments, by the way; sometimes I'm quite terrible at remembering to respond because I get distracted with other things but I keep trying to improve about it. I do always read them, though.
I appreciate the feedback on when my poems are a little too "cuneiformic" for comprehension, too. It's made me realize quite a few things about why I write the way I do. More on that in some other comments!
P.S. "Pyre of dawn" was intentional here—I think what I was trying to express was dawn as Spring, the recycling of the life and death process, the triumph of dissolution as Life springs eternally New.....