Thursday, July 2, 2009

an ice-cold meltdown






the pitch that whispers through bare trees
with caustic promises
brutally fantastic
and dark the dye assaulting the vision
of shapeless gloomy
forms of the restless
while sluggish cold water threatens below
primed to drown
in an ice-cold meltdown



picture: http://ragnarokfo.deviantart.com/art/The-Dive-84697595



30 comments:

  1. dark the dye assaulting the vision
    of shapeless gloomy
    forms of the restless

    Please don't laugh, but I hear E.A. Poe in almost the whole piece, but especially this line.

    And the beautiful graphic I have dissected into an awesome lady (with frame taking away her head. I see her legs crossed under the wispy flimsiness, and the rest of the figure keeps changing as I observe.

    What pleasure!

    You're Gooood, girl!

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  2. Now that should soon cool down my frusterations of late. Missed reading you. (Hugs)Indigo

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  3. very deep, i love your phrases -- i think this one is over my head ... lol

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  4. Freaking Wow. I read look at the image, read look at the image, the story unfolds, sweet!!!

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  5. Lots of dark notes, intimations of death and dissolution.

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  6. meltdown icecold...
    great contrasts here

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  7. Sounds like my quarter-life crisis.

    Seriously.

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  8. this is immensely deep! Well done!!!

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  9. Shadoooooooooooooooh.........I'm going to send you my cat. He'll cheer ya up for sure.

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  10. An unfalting rhythm runs through which almost drives the mind along with the wind through the trees and into the deep.

    Very deftly done!

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  11. This sounds like a dark place of the soul that I have visited and even inhabited in my past.

    Today I love the light and warmth I call my soul's home.

    Thanks Shadow,
    Prayer Girl

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  12. Shadow- how cool is-
    "and dark the dye assaulting the vision" really, really nice Shadow. and the bare trees of whisper. Match it with a great pic and it's perfection. ~rick

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  13. i see the images you post , and could care for any thing else . but then i read the poem , and feel like to take this with me for a ride , and home .
    it always happens .

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  14. Deep, deep is the night!
    Sad, sad is her blight.

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  15. Ice cold sounds refreshing with the raging meltdown of comparison...love that pic! ....who is the artist?

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  16. Beautiful, no doubt. Gloomy, dark, the restless forms wandering about, and whispering the seduction of the dark waters. One way to fly. The abysses are always seductive, but reason has to prevent us. Wonderful connection between image and image in words, as always.
    You're a genius!

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  17. Better to not listen to the little voices whispering through the bare trees. Especially if they urge you closer to the cliff.

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  18. "Caustic promises" strikes me most today.

    Love your words, Shadow!

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  19. wizard of words, you continue to amaze :)

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  20. Wow...that is dark without being depressing. Clever use of words to form stark visuals. Well Done! :)

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  21. Here's me being me...
    your lines are formed differently here, different flow and cadence, and it had me stopped and looking for the why. I find the why in the despondancy. It's not supposed to be easy.

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  22. Nicely rendered and ominous, Shadow! Bravo!

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  23. Hi, this poem carries a haunting
    quality that spills of the page.

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  24. Loved the hauntingness of the poem. The photo reminds me of the cliff jumping my dsons and hsi friends do over here, that scares teh crap out of me.

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  25. The first thing I thought of was Heath Ledger.

    "while sluggish cold water threatens below
    primed to drown
    in an ice-cold meltdown."

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