This ekphrasis poem was inspired by Michael Dec's poem listed below. To ever understand the angles of perception. Here is my attempt at decoding and recreating two unique perspectives during a moment of simultaneous experience.
We watched, mouths fixed in the horror of an O,
only our eyes willing to say what our mouths wouldn’t.
And we waited
knowing in some far off thought bubble lodged
in crowded dark corners of far off recollections
that we should flee this volatile moment for safety.
But we just stood like conditioned soldiers in waiting.
Maybe we wanted to feel rooted in some distorted
sense to the heart of this raging, eruptive force
that was larger than the excuse of life living within
each and every one of us in our relative smallness.
Just maybe we wanted to feel important in the larger
picture that was painted upon each of our imaginations.
So while the earth trembled and the waters raged,
we stood in our unity, waiting for what was coming.
Maybe we’d forgotten how to seek our own shelter
in moments of crisis. Or perhaps we’d grown to enjoy
the pain birthed from disaster in all of its pounding,
bleeding glory as it never quite mastered slicing us
as deep as we cut ourselves in our self-destructive ways.
So as the womb of that mound gurgled and churned,
dislodging its earthy indigestion of dissatisfaction,
we did nothing but stand there, our curiosity growing.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad when Vulcan unleashed
his full fury and wrath. How many of us pondered
how the volcanic¹ streams of oozing lava would even
flow over layers and layers of fossilized molten ash?
Or if, when unearthed, it could even penetrate
the crusted foundation of such a hardened humanity?
So as the pits of Hades chewed and spit its spawn
seedling offspring into a numbed, frozen society,
testing the spirits and boundaries of the atmosphere,
we continued to stand as one bleeding, breathing organ.
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Hand-picked, an eye
for every last detail –
another one’s tossed
in the bin. First rinsed,
erasing all traces of birth.
Gotta remove the skin; there’s no
need for that anymore.
Now, straight for the heart,
that core must also go.
Ah, reduced to pieces:
What can be done to piece
it all back together? A bit
of sugar and a handful
of spice should suffice.
Turn up the heat; the pressure’s
on to make something beautiful
from this melting pot conglomeration.
What’s done is done
and it’s never smelled so sweet.
Good ol’ red, white and blue…
…As American as apple pie.
Falling from grace one pearl at a time Once strung along, all elegance and poise Now the stockings and stilettos leave a corpse in their wake A memorial of simpler days The little black dress
hides in the back from my view, right next to the long
forgotten shoe boxes
It recoils from my touch and redirects me to the grey one toward the front
Of course, I shake my head
At the edge of my bed I sit looking at my things – all the while feeling
like a stranger, an intruder
in my own world
Just above my head I sit looking at me looking at all those things, feeling like a stranger intruding on this world
At the back of the closet sits the little black dress Peeking its long forgotten
eyes around lace and cotton looking at the stranger and intruder now looking at it
None of us noticed
the shadow on the wall lurking in timelessness Sliding the last pearl from the string in her hand, she grins and shakes her head “Interesting,” she says, extending her hand.