Dare-Devil Impulses

Baboon's Teeth

Dare-Devil Impulses

A run of molecular changes, waves ―
dare-devil impulses, through your rib cage,
like skulking dust in a Gothic vault,

the brain weakens. Copious axioms stuck
like an avocado pit; try to swallow.
Cement and mortar build habitat into frontal lobes.

Your nostrils puff ― diamonds filling
hollow granite. Strainful flash on your face.
Dispose that rancid scent of cooked olive oil.

There, beyond the earthly view, red lines and
green blips confound. Indecipherably, wild fields
abstractly do aerial loops over the plains.

Trapped in a shell, in a glass bubble cage,
where you can see the sky and not the sunken Earth.


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dversepoets  poetics-wild

Challenge by Mark Kerstetter, “Let us write the wild together, knowing that even though we walk the same forest, each path will be unique.”

About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on November 26, 2011, in D’verse Poets Pub, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. oh – i esp. like the image of the glass bubble cage where you’re able to see the sky and not the sunken earth

  2. This poem has a feeling of Dada that I like because it drags meaning by the throat and throws into the trash heap that is our misbegotten history.

  3. I like it specially:

    Trapped in a shell, in a glass bubble cage
    where you can see the sky and not the sunken Earth.

  4. nice…this wasa rush to read and made me think adrenaline through the opening…and the transformation that can happen to use inwardly…

  5. zongrik,

    This is great wild abandon! I think this was what the dVerse prompt was looking for — opening up to the wilder side of inspiration. Wonderful mixed-meter-like music here!

  6. Wild and wonderful…
    wish I could compose with words like you do.
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  7. Lovely, I think this is exactly the type of ‘wild’ that dverse was looking for.

  8. “Cement and mortar build habitat into frontal lobes..” nice contrasts in this between the feral and the constrained–the perspective seems to oscillate, giving a lot of movement and force to different phrases–enjoyed it much.

  9. “your nostrils puff — diamonds filling / hollow granite.”
    Gorgeous and intriguing…your words pull me into the piece.

  10. Nice imagery. To put into words the constrasts between what we know and what is imagined can be difficult. You did it easily and magnificently. Beautiful poem.

  11. This is a trip – maybe dada, surreal, impressionistic, beyond the rational mind anyway. I was very curious to see how different people would go with this. How does one write the wild? Meditate on it, explain it, describe it, paint a picture of it, or try to evoke it somehow? It seems you went the evocative way. Thanks for taking us there.

  12. Impressive, how wildness took you away from the earth, looking back.

  13. Original and frequently startling imagery with unique juxtapositions.

  14. well-penned Tammy. Almost mistook it for terza rima (it has that structure, which I dig).

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