The prelapsarian ploce –
cinquain the gleamed unpieced impinge!
It bled anthropomorphic isolate –
clips R.I.
greeted the bones Chaldean verse.
Exsanguinate Carolingian scone –
the snowman sliced
his throat remark
of nadir death theremin panacea.
And out the ABC’s initial do – hypovolemic horses
parade to popular expel de-extinct phatic.
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Chapeau!!! Always a pleasure watching your talent unravel, my friend. Reading your poem I could hear this in my mind: https://soundcloud.com/mk-o/desdaimona-by-night and not just because of the theremin! 😉
Thank you Marina.
Words of surrealism can manifest into poetry and connect with the sound of music.
I did hear the music and it does fit well. I love it.
Hope you didn’t trip out too much. 🙂
You are actually referring to my natural state of mind! 😉 🙂
Yes. 🙂
Check out this song.
Thanks for the link! Believe it or not, I hadn’t heard that song – nice one btw! 🙂
You welcome. The song is interesting and the echo in the background the vocals is soothing. 🙂
This is quite something!
Thanks Yassy.
The head scratch leads to question the identity ourselves and our universe.
❤ Charlie
Hey! Nat, how are you? Long time. I’m back! 🙂
I know, I’ve noticed 😉
Hope you enjoyed your break! 😊
I was feeling under the weather. I am better now. 🙂
I’m so glad you are, I didn’t know you were unwell 😕
Very rich in your evil imagery and keeping with your themes.
Imagery messes with the mind, but if one becomes eccentric to it. 🙂
Glad you enjoyed this poem. 🙂
By the way, our family band has a somewhat important gig coming up next Sunday, the 12th at 6 PM at The Mint if you’re free that afternoon/evening.
Where is this place ‘The Mint’?
It’s in West Hollywood, kind of Beverly Hills adjacent. By Pico and Fairfax. The address in 6010 Pico. It’s a pretty famous place.
Another great work, man! I feel like there’s a little bit of the snowman in all of us, especially in this day and age when we’re constantly being bombarded with negative news. Your choice of words, too, are interesting. I especially love “exsanguinate,” which, if I recall correctly, has to do with blood and bleeding. An excellent reflection of the fate of our poor snowman friend. Fantastic, buddy! You’re back with a vengeance! 🙂
The snowman knows what’s happening around us. We have caused the snowman pain and suffering for too long. Which is why the bleeding of earth is crying her soul out.
Charlie, I know that you reside in a cocoon of innocence. Knowing that—it seems weird
that you tie weights to your words and toss them in the deep end of the pool. Your readers
sit up at night with two dictionaries trying to decipher your poems. Sometimes
there seems to a hidden pattern or symbolic code. Often your words seem “realized” .
A snap of the fingers sort of thing.
———–Thanks for all the memories
———–massage from an ex-Theremin player, please…
Symbolic codes can be seen through my poems.
It would take someone to decipher the hidden message behind this.
Excellent observation my friend. 🙂
You had me at theremin hands… that would be the perfect music for a reading.
I agree. One day, I’ll make a video reciting this poem. 🙂 Thank you for reading and enjoying this piece. 🙂
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and building a snowman will never be the same again!! 😛 Awesome cool Charlie Zero:)
Thank you for reading.
The snowman agrees. 🙂
Oh my god! Utterly disturbing. I love it when art disturbs me. Splendid job!
I see the imagery captured of what you envision in this poem.
Words are the art of tapping into the unknown.
Killer piece, this is deep and clever and sinister. Well written, subliminal thoughts seem to be hidden in your language!
Indeed, there’s always cryptic messages behind my work.
I’m glad you enjoyed this poem and got a sense of what it means. 🙂
My dear,
How can i answer your words without
A musical instrument that
No one has ever
Heard from, and
Why do you tease me
Without the poems of
Cohen at my lips.
Yes, he’s gone, but
You are hearing the
Sound of my heart
Beat
Poetry from you.
+Resa
Your exquisite use of words made this intense imagery, Charlie. Well done!
Pushing one’s mind can go beyond the limitless of all possibilities.
Words paint the canvas for the observer. 🙂
I confess yet again dear Charlie to say Ignorant is Bliss in this instance.. It must be the divide of the Being over the Pond .. Or just that my brain is too scrambled at the moment to even begin to make sense of this my friend.. Keep being YOU.. And causing a snow storm.. xxx 🙂
Another brilliant piece of work!