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his rant can be heard above the bustle of the homeward privileged
coarse ramblings from the rancid shadows
as fetid hands lift flame to spoon
and bring to boil the milk of his deliverance
he glides cold steel into the froth of sweet promise
still warm with transformation
to impale his demon with the blessed dagger
as silver-white dreams carry him away
gone – long before the battered wound will coagulate
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rob kistner © 2009
Especially like “battered wound”
I’ve been interested in the different things that are showing up in the prompt’s spoon.
Hi Rob,
This is concise and very powerful. Great use of the words.
Barbara –
Thank you… this prompt was difficult to deal with for me. From the moment I read the word choices, “spoon” screamed out to me and a very sad period of my life embedded itself, unsettlingly animated, in my mind’s eye — but I resisted writing this poem.
I tried quite a few different topics, and penned quite a number of other drafts — but they were insincere and empty… this is the poem that insisted I write it.
I had a rock band, that evolved through many personnel changes, for more than two decades — beginning in the early 60’s. I had the painful misfortune in the early years, to have lost three different talented mates to heroin, from among the musicians whom I knew as close friends — and there, but for the grace of god…
So this was a very emotional write, and difficult to post once completed. That’s why it’s late…
…rob
Derrick –
Thank you. It unfolded from very powerful memories…
…rob
Strong use of alliteration — lots of repeating consonants at the beginnings of words in almost every line. Maybe a skill you developed as a musician? I’d love to hear this set to music.
Hi Therese –
I appreciate, but am a bit confused by your kind words…
…rob
Short though this poem is, it screams with pain! I like the no-nonsense approach; it makes it more powerful!
Linda –
I’m glad this piece reached you — the writing of it was a very powerful experience for me…
…rob
Rob,
I especially liked the lines:
he glides cold steel into the froth of sweet promise
still warm with transformation
Very evocative, as is the whole poem. You were able to dispatch the prompts much more economically than I did :).
rob – a terrific write here, depressingly noir in nature and feel. the gutters provide great inspiration, whether or not that “gutter” is located in suburbia or the back alleys of the city’s bowels. fancy that your spoon delivered heroin, as mine cradled hash. this is very enveloping, enjoyed. -lawrence
Francis –
Thank you, and I’m pleased this poem spoke to you…
I truly enjoyed your piece, written in response to this prompt.
…rob
Lawrence –
Thank you, your enthusiasm is much appreciated.
Yes, it was smack. As I wrote to Barbara above, sadly it became, in too many instances, a lethal sidetrack for a number of my fellow musicians — back in the day.
I lost friends to the needle, as well as to a bullet in Viet Nam. I often marvel, and rejoice, at the fact I’m still aboard this mortal orb…
…rob
wonderful write rob….like Lawrence bowl was my choice not spoon…..I was around many musicians and actually promoted a few from vancouver area….and a few of them are gone from abusing themselves…mostly from H….dint attract me …so guess Im a lucky one…keep writing my friend
Thank you Wayne for the kind words, and the encouragement…
Like you and Lawrence, I was more a bowl and paper man, occasionally a line — but too many of my band-mates and friends went the way of the cook spoon… and succumbed ultimately. I loved them, and didn’t then and don’t now judge, because as I wrote above to Barbara — there but for the grace of god…
I don’t even drink now and haven’t for over 20 years. For me, I’d seen enough, so almost overnight, the pendulum swung the other way — and it has never swung back.
And no need to worry Wayne, I have no choice but to write — it’s the well I draw from for clarity and sanity… 😉
…rob
Great work, so much emotion and sincerity in so few words. I’m glad you had the courage to post it.
Hi Joanne –
I’m pleased you were moved…
I was difficult to post because it touches on very sad memories of good friends lost. Thank you for being sensitive…
…rob
This brings to mind so many absent friends, going back 25 years.
Rob, this was amazing and powerful..very very sad also. You do such a beautiful job with turning your pain into words we all can feel.
Stan –
Time is so fleeting, and so is the brief moment we each enjoy on this temporal plane…
…rob
Hi Cynthia –
If poetry is not from the heart its just an exercise in writing…
…rob
Waaa waaa wooommm!!!! your sincereity and passion for words justified 🙂
loved it!
Partly Adult, Largely Corrupt
Wow, I think your poetry is getting better each time I read it. The obvious image is a homeless guy stabbing at shadows; however, I also see some personal images of a normal man fighting demons… (domestic violence).
Cyn
i’ve enjoyed the poem and the comments…
I wasn’t a musician but back in the day it didn’t matter. Music was everything and all of us lost friends to “the damage done”. It resonates.
Potent stuff.
What’s in the spoon, and the writing too.
AD –
Thank you, you put a smile on my face… 😉
…rob
Cyn –
Thank you for your kind appraisal of my continued work… 😉
…rob
Quin –
Thank you…
…rob
Dee –
I’m pleased it reached you…
…rob
AOMF –
Thank you…
…rob
If you read my blog, you will see I’m completely out of my element here. I’m very grateful for the explanation I saw in the comments.
My husband, who is older than me, is a musician and also in a band during the late 60s/early 70s. He lost several friends very young to drugs.
Thank you for sharing this. As painful as it is, the friends of your youth deserve to be remembered.
Hi Chris –
You’re not out of your element, you have a very sensitive understanding of this poem – and I thank you for it… 😉
…rob
Really liked this – thanks for sharing…
of all the writing advice that is given, “write what you know” is the best. I was lucky not to get involved in the world of drugs. I have no first hand knowledge of it’s use or how it administered and yet I was there with the first word you wrote. It gripped me and made he shuddered in fear and feel empathy for the user. Both of these feelings consumed me as I read your words. Awesome writing.