The essence of disturbance are
those levels
when potentiometers turns
to maximum of
what’s attainable
from his nuclear power blasts
you brought
You say in vain
in futile screams
as blissful cerumen prevents
attention
to his blatant lies
You let your voice turn into
fading butterflies
burning meadows
of the sweetest asphodel
he never knew

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55 words of drunken scribbling for real toads and poetry pantry
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September 7, 2014
Divine… the turbulence and the contrasting peace of your words bring about powerful images of psyche and personality. 🙂
-HA
“cerumen” – well, there’s a new word! (To me, at least).
oh my goodness… had to look up cerumen…and guess it needs a lot of it to not hearing the lies anymore…ugh…
Bjorn, I had to look up both cerumen and asphodel. I’m not sure whether they are in the Greek version of the afterlife or it just seems like it. Well written piece. 🙂 —Susan
You let your voice turn into fading butterflies – Excellent i love this and that line is just beautiful. Wonderful.
Well … this gives me an idea of the physicist within the poet. Great.
Educational. Puzzling too.
Cerumen=earwax. I didn’t know that. But I Googled it because I’m too lazy to get up out of my chair and open a dictionary.
Hey, I really liked this poem. I’m not sure why, though. Other than liking the word ‘cerumen’. That word would make a great name for a cat.
This has a classical feel – your word choice is rich and this is a rewarding read.
That last stanza is really lovely, Bjorn. “Let your voice turn into fading butterflies” is perfection!
ha. whsat interesting words you wove bjorn…i had to look a few up….well, earwax is one way to find peace….and just smile back at whatever they say…lol
when it’s found out why he isn’t listening then…ugh…ha…
well, that cerumen certainly helps with the lies. 🙂
Drunk or not, this was a tight write, 55 word ~ Hey, I had to look up those words ha ~ Perhaps its just as well, words turn to fading butterflies ~
LOVE your closing stanza, Bjorn! Well written in it’s entirety.
I like how you led us away from his cacophony to her serenity. Just as an aside ‘cerumen’ is a word we use in everyday French.
“of the sweetest asphodel he never knew” what images here… and sadness-this is lovely Bjorn.
I’ll drink to that! Pass me a Q-tip 🙂
Stopping your ears sometimes is the only answer!
I had to look up two words, but it was worth the pause for this delightful poem. It does in sound what she does in the meadows. Poor man who, seeking to impress, fails to know her!
… as blissful cerumen ~ I had to smile when I read this line as my son and I deal with its removal on a bi-annual basis. Lovely writing, as always.
interesting imagery.. had to read it a few times to somehow get it, which is good.
I really like that last stanza.
ha..cerumen did help ..lovely lines Bjorn:)
“You let your voice turn into
fading butterflies
burning meadows” really struck me….fantastic writing, Bjorn.
I loved your notes on the writing of this poem over at toads, Bjorn–there is a drunken wise man speaking, indeed–the ending is so polished and beautiful, the beginning ragged but compelling. I had to look up ‘cerumen’–extra points for being able to use *that* one in a poem. ;_) Great 55.
Ok. Me too. Had to look up 2 words. Then I loved your poem. The las stanza is my favorite.
I had to look up carumen and asphodel (glad to see I wasn’t the only one) . . . I would enjoy a conversation with you at some point about gravity . . .
How creative..and you had all of us running to the dictionary. I guess it takes a lot of Cerumen to block out lies. Amazing write!
Ugh…who wants to hear the same ol’ lies again? Sometimes better just to tune them out. I had to go to the dictionary too!
hey Bjorn, your poems are always introducing loaded words to me. Are you an English teacher by chance? btw, good job!!!
Aw, the wholly-hated fibs that make the ear wish not only for deafness, but for deafening by filth. Ouch.
Very well written, but I think a geiger counter was needed.
I learn something new every day . . . cerumen being the lesson for today. 🙂 Hopefully you got my email about sending me your address so you can receive a surprise from me in the mail. 🙂
My six year old son swears there are good reasons not to wash the ears 🙂 Ha. Of course, I never lie to him 🙂
I agree – I would have had to look up these words as well – but I was really lazy and found out through the comments. 🙂
One must always find some way to deal with the lies lest they become a burden too awkward to deal with,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Looked up for ‘cerumen’…. indeed it prevents blatant lies….
“You let your voice turn into
fading butterflies” …love these lines… 🙂