Colors round the clock
and I await the pale hour,
I listen beat my heart breathe my breath,
call dullness meditation,
by contrast grey becomes another shadow.
pink anodic glows
I flew to other times in zones,
tinted suns, ascendant vectors,
daylight saving lost,
neon tubes with unequilibrated
their flickering hypnotics in gaudy
How dark I would go, fall
through unenumerated floors
to the basement
lit electric grey and yellow.
In unthinking, all’s decided, done by others
on the bed; await instructions, a study in fallibility.
the red brigadier
Cautious sparks, flaming spirals from where
the red brigadier returns,
fire borne and wind carried.
There are other worlds more personal,
unshared. It’s not for me to know her travels, her meetings
and her partings; the wiki doesn’t help.
The knot in my throat is made of secrets
I tied myself, still what I meant to say is this—
I wait for planetary cooling
in colder circumstance,
for the thaw of universal spring.
If anyone talks about beating their heart, they are probably an android; flickering and striations in neon and fluorescent tubes are non-equilibrium plasma phenomena.
27 thoughts on “what I meant to say”
Fine work Steve. Much enjoyed.
Thanks Frank. I started off thinking about a spectrum of colors. Didn’t do most of them 🙂 .
Did enough, though. Good job.
I’m imagining the knot of secrets in the throat of an android…
Utterly intriguing, as usual!
Thanks Vanessa. Androids have their secrets. From what I’ve seen in sci fi, generally the most important one is that they aren’t human, although usually the truth comes out when their head is accidentally detached in some way and they go on a berserk headless rampage, which happens more often than you’d think.
Hahaha you win the internet today. Which could read, that the internet is the actual prize, but that’s not what I meant. Thanks for the laugh.
Lordy. Between the picture and the words I’m swirling in beauty.
Lovely phrase, BG, thanks. I was thinking about colors and moments in my life, but in the end with my tendency for greyscale, just a few appeared. Then the illustration, and I did it quite differently. Different parts of the brain (I’m using the word loosely) I suppose.
i don’t understand any of this but it pegs pictures up in my head & puts a melody in my ear & it marvels me with that.
That’s perfect, Daniel : ) , so glad to hear it. I did have concerns, I mean how many people with expertise in electron swarm theory are going to read it? 😉 But it’s me and I just couldn’t bring myself to change it.
sounds like the set up to a joke: how many experts of electron swarm theory does it take to read a Steve SImpson poem?
It depends on how many light bulbs you want to change 😛 .
i suspect they’d be interested in de-materializing bulbs rather than changing them.
Thanks Randy. Now I’m thinking about audio …
I loved the sound of the words you use, although there was lots I didn’t understand. I was captured by the phrase “the pale hour”, because it is mysterious and visual. And calling “dullness meditation” made me laugh. As for your art, gorgeous. Before I read it’s title, I saw 3 sail boats in some kind of otherworldly weather.
Pleased to hear that, Candy. I knew I crossed a line with the technical description and the life cameos, but the verses insisted that I leave them alone, hence the title. I was a bit unfair with meditation, I’ve had a lot of benefit from it, it’s helped me greatly with fiction and art amongst other things.
Speaking of, that’s a first for me in terms of representational vs abstract 🙂 –three craft is perfectly sensible given that the “sea” is a bit “choppy.”
This verse ‘call dullness meditation,
by contrast grey becomes another shadow’
Is the most beautiful! I will remember it for a long time ☺
Memorable, great. Thank you so much. I think I’ll go and meditate now 🙂 .
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I’ve shared Steve’s work before, but if you missed it last time, check him out. I love his work. It’s unique and intriguing and beautiful. Plus, he’s funny. 🙂
Thanks so much, Vanessa <3 . Knowing people appreciate your work is what keeps you going. I'm getting a swelled head and my ski mask won't fit, but I'm definitely not replacing it with a clown mask for my 'activities' because say no to clowns.
hahaha you are most welcome.
A real pleasure to read, as always! 🙂
Thanks so much Natsurr, and for taking the trouble to comment on WordPress 🙂 . I know they don’t make it easy and I really appreciate it <3 .
I moderate comments on WordPress as most users do, because it's an enormous place and there's a lot of advertising spam. Thank you again, Steve.
It ain’t that much trouble, really.
I knew I had a WordPress account somewhat earlier (a few years ago), when I was still working on a school magazine.
But this just was really worth it, as here are some similar minds and I love reading your replies! 🙂