image borrowed from bing
Messengers
high noon penumbra,
turning into labyrinthine
incipient dwarfs,
smiles vestigial,
fugacious, mouths just scintilla,
their words susurrous--
the imbroglio
would bring pyrrhic casualties,
blood tintinnabulation,
far from bucolic,
tiny harbingers offering
no panacea.
Glenn Buttkus
May 2012
Posted over on Monday Melting 17
Would you like to hear the author read this poem to you?
Pardon moi? No comprendo. Just kidding!
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ReplyDeleteincipient dwarfs" ... How clever is that?!
You're like me, Glenn. You have an imagination big enough to turn shadows into dwarfs having a magical showdown. Enjoyed this very much. :)
You have a great reading voice! I enjoy the last lines a lot, too!! :)
ReplyDeleteYou used some of the words I had planned but failed to do (vestigial, fugacious) loved your use of susurrous (because I'd never used before and LOVED the sound) and tintinnabulation reminds me of Poe. Great job--really enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteWow, another nice job with some words that were not easy to use (at least for me!)
ReplyDeleteNice job!
Thanks folks. I made it more challenging by writing in 4 haiku as well; counting syllables on new words is cool.
ReplyDeleteVery chockfull piece; crowded with the fantastic and colorful. You compress a lot here to get to a further intensity. k.
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