flyguy69
Arch Angel
- Joined
- Oct 29, 2003
- Posts
- 2,661
CharleyH proposes a new form: exotica. 
"Exotic" will mean different things to different people, but it certainly means going somewhere unfamiliar. Here is my attempt to at a poem that I would not ordinarily write, but tries to capture an exotic vision.
::
Exotica
Drums, rumbling
RUMBLErumblerumbleRUMBLE
feet and feet and feet
step step in time in rhythm
heels heels
quick quick quick
like hearts like legs that
scissor and switch and
strobe light firelight
flick flick flicker
and shift like smoke
that curls long lean fingers around
.......................around
............around
around and through like hair, long
l o n g
and thick like smoke
rumbling
like drums: the thunder
the lightning: the light
in eyes that glimmer
like bells
bells in eyes catch light
in rings that grow
wide like eyes
like bells
ringing behind veils
of lashes, flickering
lashes fanning flames
and smoke
lean and clean with
prairie sage sent
like sticks
.........sticks.........prick
sharp......... that
my nose, sharp scent
that stings and tears in my eyes
catch light
and glimmer
like fire, flowing
like rhythm
like rumbling
like drums
rumbling.
::
"Exotic" will mean different things to different people, but it certainly means going somewhere unfamiliar. Here is my attempt to at a poem that I would not ordinarily write, but tries to capture an exotic vision.
::
Exotica
Drums, rumbling
RUMBLErumblerumbleRUMBLE
feet and feet and feet
step step in time in rhythm
heels heels
quick quick quick
like hearts like legs that
scissor and switch and
strobe light firelight
flick flick flicker
and shift like smoke
that curls long lean fingers around
.......................around
............around
around and through like hair, long
l o n g
and thick like smoke
rumbling
like drums: the thunder
the lightning: the light
in eyes that glimmer
like bells
bells in eyes catch light
in rings that grow
wide like eyes
like bells
ringing behind veils
of lashes, flickering
lashes fanning flames
and smoke
lean and clean with
prairie sage sent
like sticks
.........sticks.........prick
sharp......... that
my nose, sharp scent
that stings and tears in my eyes
catch light
and glimmer
like fire, flowing
like rhythm
like rumbling
like drums
rumbling.
::
Last edited: