Elementary MAG

July 11, 2013
By clericus ELITE, Byron Center, Michigan
clericus ELITE, Byron Center, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"..But inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness..." Frederic Chopin


Navel orange shedding its
tender petal skin, the soft
dampness of fresh finger-
paint, my little schoolhouse
skirting the street. Curtains
of ash gray road billowing
in ribbons, miles and miles
to the east and west.
Crumbling bricks molded by
hundreds of small hands,
tiny conductors of light
illuminating mortar like starlight.
My slide, my swing set, my
colorful balloons of happy go
lucky plastic. One, two, three
seconds and the toy cars have
already sped away across the
road, tumbling like blocks into
the sfumato sunset.



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on Mar. 15 2015 at 10:57 pm
gotmar19 BRONZE, Elm Grove, Wisconsin
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This is gorgeous. Your descriptions are almost heartrending. Also, you used "sfumato." Gold star, man.

Mckay ELITE said...
on Aug. 18 2014 at 5:17 pm
Mckay ELITE, Somewhere, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
—Apple’s “Think Different” commercial, 1997
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”
― Weihui Zhou

I really love how the whole poem is a collage of descriptive images. It moves from one scene to the next. There's no "plot". Instead, it's like a slideshow; or like in films, where they do these montages of images quickly speeding from one to another. Beautifully done. 


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