datura-high I soar the clouds
candy-flossy mauve like music form
John Coltraine’s saxophone
from his time with Monk
anxiously I watch
the internecine war between
a crazy peccary and our boars
creolized to be kept as pets.
with rolling tears,
my fingertips are dancing
on imaginary frets, dreaming
of a walk – all along the watchtower
Jimi Hendrix by my side
I wake from my delirium
trembling with a loss of ambiance
of cumulonimbus songs
and I walk on caltrops once again
A little photediting..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJV81mdj1ic
My second try with the #lqw wordle. Since I choose the words myself, I’m to blame for the weirdness of it. If you can do better with
caltrop datura fretinternecine creolize peccary & mauve
Please join the fun.
Also linking up with Real Toads Open Link Monday
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September 14, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Bjorn, If I knew the meanings of all those words, I could give a better comment. (?) 🙂 —Susan
That’s a walk I’d love to take. My life has been a tough road to walk. Music has made it better.
Kind thanks for visiting us at Poetry of the Netherworld.
What a stuff of un-ambiguity and preserveness of precious
experience concerning unexpected feelings.
🙂 yes that’s what happens
Some of the imagery is so scary, but it’s so beautifully juxtaposed with the music of Jimi Hendrix. As though everything seems more subtle in the company of good music. So awesome.
Awesome all – well done.
Coltrane pulled riffs out of his sax that come from this territory–almost our language, perhaps more of the angel (or the devil). Poetry needs its icy edges so we know how far words can go. I’m not quite sure where this one went, but that may be the point. Hard indeed to interpret the music that we heard way out there.
very intelligently crafter
Ha! Yes! Rather psychedelic! But fun. Thanks. K.
Caltrops is one of my favorite words, and I have indeed somewhere sometime written a poem using it, but NOT in conjunction with peccaries, mauve things or Jimi Hendrix. Your creativity here finds an echo in the craft with which you assemble this ragtag of very strong and differentiated elements into a poem that speaks (to me anyway) of senses pushed to the extreme.
This works for me, though in general I hate word-list poetry. Cleverness overtakes emotion–but you are kind to gloss a few words and provide the music which I have listend to for 5 minutes and will keep listening to for hours! I love that we can take poetry breaks from our bed of nails and crown of thorns, with Jimi, Janis or alone.
i love this; there is music in every word; have a nice Monday
much love…
This is trippy!
A beautiful walk through Bjorn! You got on to a nostalgic Hendrix journey which is refreshing. Your ‘hard’ words got me stumped though! Great write!
Hank
The title along made me cringe. I even looked at my feet, just to make sure… Such desperation.
Yes, the title is painful…the references to music are right down my music alley. Where would we be without music? I would be lost.
LOVE this:
“with rolling tears,
my fingertips are dancing
on imaginary frets, dreaming
of a walk”
Fantastic.
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…what WHIMSYGIZMO said — and more. Despite those calrops, this musical walk was divine.
And thank you, especially, for the Monk/Coltrane video. (I’ve only recently become a Coltrane mega-fan after years of dismissing him[!])