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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 22. Four Varied Skyscrapers

Four 'skyscraper' poems, written at widely spaced intervals.

One.

Intimate
details' descriptions aren't
needed to understand firmly our
magic connection, a bond we established the
moment our wandering eyes met that
marvelous evening you
danced to me.

 

Two.


Why is it
when I write a blessing
each word in the dictionary flees?
They hide under shrubs and run into deep thickets
where shadows and thorns obscure my view,
and beguiling birds sing
sweet love songs.

 

Three.

I exist
halfway twixt truth and myth,
between the magical and the mundane;
a high, clear vantage point for the storyteller,
but an inhospitable dwelling
with no walls and many
wide windows.

 

Four.

In a mood
to confess my misdeeds,
I bend my head and recount each wrong;
my transgressions make my heart and hand heavier,
fingers fumbling with faulted phrases
for trouble and trespass
and pardon.

AC Benus taught me this form. I am in his debt. I will be in yours, too, for your comments.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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8 hours ago, MacGreg said:

This 'skyscraper' form is fantastic, Parker. I will have to try my hand at it sometime. These little beauties you created are exceptional as individual pieces as well as a group. Each one is very thoughtful. 

 

I am glad you like the form; thank AC for it. You are sure to create something wonderful with it, I know. Thank you for your kind words about these; I am very grateful. 

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For me the magic of One is the tension building to a crescendo on the final three beats. "Danced to me" just resolves everything as effortlessly as a sigh. Beautiful.  

 
Two seems to be about the man vs nature theme, but you sharpen it with the opening question, thereby dragging poor God into it. It's an interesting juxtaposition, and succeeds by being subtle. It's pensive. 
 
Three. The poet in his glass house; it's an image that I can relate to. I've written a few times about the loneliness of an observer, of the one who is part and yet removed from life at the same time. 
 
Four reminds me why I write. Part of it is a chance to relive past events and get them right. In its way, writing verse is painful because we must conjure our shortcomings to compose our way around them. This piece makes me remember that we poets are tough; many people spend a lifetime denying they have anything to answer for. Thank you for that. 
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3 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

For me the magic of One is the tension building to a crescendo on the final three beats. "Danced to me" just resolves everything as effortlessly as a sigh. Beautiful.  

 
Two seems to be about the man vs nature theme, but you sharpen it with the opening question, thereby dragging poor God into it. It's an interesting juxtaposition, and succeeds by being subtle. It's pensive. 
 
Three. The poet in his glass house; it's an image that I can relate to. I've written a few times about the loneliness of an observer, of the one who is part and yet removed from life at the same time. 
 
Four reminds me why I write. Part of it is a chance to relive past events and get them right. In its way, writing verse is painful because we must conjure our shortcomings to compose our way around them. This piece makes me remember that we poets are tough; many people spend a lifetime denying they have anything to answer for. Thank you for that. 

 

And now I am doubly in your debt for this amazing commentary and review. I am humbled, yet delighted these engaged you. Of the four, number one, with its insistent 3/4 beat, sang to me the most. Numbers two and three lent themselves to the joy of hunting for the right images. Your thoughts on number four struck a deep chord with me; you made me recall how I often conjure my errors and faults to exorcise them. 

 

Thank you so much for this! 

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This form is new to me. Novelty adds interest. The shape <<<>>> suggests flow and ebb. Looking at these in terms of prose, with periods in place of line breaks, the shape suggests increasing and decreasing pace, and I feel that in 2, 3, & 4. This pattern of pace can imply an increasing intensity <<==<<, tentative-flowing-pesado. I feel that in 1 & 4. Counting syllables in threes is great for analysis, and it actually fits poem 1(:worship:), but for the others it leads to meaningless syncopation, and I would rather let the beats flow wild. I relate best to 3, and to your list of betweens, I would add between now and then. The image of windows without walls is fun. 3 & 4 present discomfort. Is suffering an essential ingredient of poetry? 

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13 hours ago, northie said:

Number 2 made me grin. It's always when you have to write something that your vocabulary melts away. Words do indeed hide in shrubs😛  3 I found a magical way of describing us writers, and yes, we do leave ourselves wide open, like the windows. Thank you for introducing me to this form.  :) 

 

This can be a very expressive form, worth exploring and experimenting with. Thanks so much for reading these. Each had a different genesis; number one in rhythm, two in frustration, three in metaphor, four in sorrow. 

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