The broken shutter
swung ungainly askew
in a sad sag
thumping ugly
with an awkward thunkity-thunk
walloping
with a wind-driven wack-bang
and troubling
thud-thud bothersome bumping
splitting to splinter
the withered and splayed
dry-rotted
paint-flaked weather sill
buckling the loose-hinged
unevenly-hung
smashed and fragmented
sash
ripping the frayed
burnt-orange-framed
window screen
clean out
from its tenuously silicon-sealed
stainless steel seating
busted
battered
and torn
opening unobstructed access
and egress
for the threateningly massed
and ominously subtle
ear-piercing
high-pitched
whiningly whirry-like
buzzing
mosquito swarm
what a malignant menace
what a magnificent mess
sounds like today’s world!
*
rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at: dVerse
~ below here is some beautiful dissonance ~
Great simile. “Like today’s world,” indeed.
Glad this worked for you Tzvi. 🙂
A cacophony in verse. Yes, like the world.
That’s the picture I was hoping to paint Kerfe!
‘walloping
with a wind-driven wack-bang’ ~ such wonderful adjectives all throughout your poem!
Pleased it resonstetd for you Carpl.
Love this Rob. I was waiting for ‘Zap’ and ‘Pow’
Too pedestrian Christine… 😉
This is wonderful. Rob!
Thank you so much Ken, appreciate your kind words my friend.
Your alliteration tore up the busy prose. Wow, your poem is a perfect prelude to my rant about the state of the world. I think a lot about the upcoming dirt nap, but I still have more to do, more to say, so I will rage against the night, the dying of the light.
Well, it was supposed to be an attempt at the dissonance Bjorn was requesting. Not sure I understand clearly what written dissonance is Glenn. I have read a number of ‘professed examples’ of it, and none of those resemble each other in style — so I’m really not certain anyone truly knows what the fuck it is when written. I know precisely what dissonance sounds like when played on an instrument, as improvisational jazz (Charles Mingus, SanRa, John McLaughlin’s Mahavishnu Orchestra, John Coltrane’s “Love Supreme”, Chick Corea & Return To Forever, Al Di Meola, etc.).
No man, I am not really looking to a dirt nap anytime soon brother — my heart just started feeling good again 🙂 so I intend to enjoy this rejuvenation. Just can’t stand how many of the people of this current iteration of the modern world are. Give me the forests, mountains, mountain lakes & rivers, the Oregon Coast, music, some movies, wildlife, and poetry. Sometimes my friend, I feel all the rest can eat shit and die! 😐
INDEED!!! I attempted an out-loud read, this is a tongue twister.
If you figure out all the adjectives and adverbs Helen, and hit the inflection right, it reads a bit like an insane Dr. Seuss. 😉
There is also a bit of “on·o·mat·o·poe·ia” sprinkled in… 🙂
This is expertly wrought, Rob! 😀
Thank you Sanaa… 🙂
Bit and itchin’, Rob!
Don’t scratch it, you’ll infect it.
You nail it with the last line.
Sadly Reena, sadly… 😐
There is nothing that like the discord of weather to work as a metaphor for the world today… bring on some summer bliss.
Those summer days — bested only by summer nights… at least for me…:)
That’s the way, Rob mate…give SOUND to your poetry. Swahbuckling gritty sound….effective as hell….
My poetic “special FX” Ain… 😉 …always nice to have you visit my friend. My only way of knowing you’re likely OK. Please do take care brother! I admire your courage and really dig your poetry. Though my health and all my fucking meds won’t allow me, I’d love to tip a cold one with you… so cheers mate! 🙂