Home from vacating for a couple days. Free-write 100 words prompted by photo as follows (thanks to Friday Fictioneers / Madison Woods instigations/inspirations. Please join)
The trouble is corrosive. Is rank. I do not say what you think I say. I do not say what you say I say. I hear you wrong. Rot. You love taking pictures of ruins. I love the effects of rust. On iron. On rock. The meal of erosion is slow. Don’t yell. Things erase when we turn our heads. Eyes such enormous editors. My ears confuse wind with anger. What you think is running water is something else. Is sobbing. Are tears. Words are constructed of contexts. Are hints and withers. What accrues is corrosive. Is gentle. Is fierce.
N Filbert 2012
16 thoughts on “Corrosion: Friday Fictioneers August 3”
Ah yes, Mr. Filbert. Corrosive indeed. Great piece.
This is great. A piece of poetry that you really have to work at. I especially loved the 3rd, 4th and 5th sentences, which I had to read again and again. I liked that – no chance to skim read it.
thank you very much
“Eyes such enormous editors.” Lovely contemplative piece. A tone poem, really, and tapped out at just the right pace. It bears reading and rereading and it will be so with me.
thank you so much Doug
Ooooooooooooo, very nice!!!
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Lovely balance between contradictory ideas that work together in real life. Made me laugh, cry. Loved it!
really enjoyed the poem. It did capture the indescribable picture.
thank you much
“The meal of erosion is slow” – great line among a number of others!
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A huge message in a little poem. May we all hear.
Thank you and for stopping by