Sunday, 28 May 2017

Rope/ For CC

I carry pocket size chaos on my shoulder,
As I push my Sisyphean boulder.

I sit by the sea with ennui,
As the waves wash away every buoy.

Do not throw me rope!
You don’t know my chaos’ scope!

Hold your sympathetic display,
For I am the autumn moon,I am the highway!
The breadth of my inner wings,
Cannot be measured by man made things.

Do not throw me rope!
I am nefarious! Throw me hope!

I gather my chaos now spread over me so chaotically,
By my mind full of thoughts of excesses sought.
Collecting it in a manner oh so orderly,
Into a chaos pocket sized and 10000 watts.

As I push my Sisyphean boulder,

I carry pocket sized chaos on my shoulder.

/* This is for the sad loss of Chris Cornell. RIP Shadow King and say hello to heaven */

21 comments:

  1. I love 'don't throw a rope, throw hope.' I love Chris Cornell's version of Nothing Compares 2U.

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    1. It's especially iron that he did it as a tribute to prince

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  2. "pocket sized chaos on my shoulder" is just such a great phrase.

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  3. I love "the breadth of my inner wings cannot be measured by manmade things." Another musician lost. Too many this year.

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  4. I think poets must first love music before they set out to write. Thoughtful tribute,

    Elizabeth

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  5. I guess we all feel we're pushing a Sisyphean boulder from time to time, and with chaos on our shoulder as well. Throw us hope! Great lines in your poem! Well done.

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  6. The breadth of my inner wings,
    Cannot be measured by man made things.... like that!!!

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  7. Powerful poem, reflect the feelings of loss and hope for us...

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  8. The imagery used here is amazing. It's interestingly exasperating to wonder that, despite a great loss of any sort, chaos will raise it's ugly head, for the sake of entertainment, which in this case, offends the artist , as his memory is tainted, offends the family as they have to grasp the reality of a bull void, and then face the media bullies, and the fans who have been touched by the art, as it demeans their idol.

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  9. 'pocket size chaos' - an indelible phrase and so evocative: it gave me pause.

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  10. 'The breadth of my inner wings,
    Cannot be measured by man made things.'....love this & also 'pocket size chaos'...

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  11. So much we have to carry - maybe with a weight of that black hole.

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    1. We can only hope that the rain clears things up and doesn't get washed away by the rain

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  12. The opening lines had me captivated

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  13. "Do not throw me rope!
    I am nefarious! Throw me hope!" ~I loved these lines :)

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  14. "I am nefarious! Throw me hope!"

    Awesome line; enjoyed the video too.

    much love...

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  15. This is really so well done. the voice is stirring and i like the format, with the refrain and repetitions.

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  16. Throw me hope, indeed! I really love the energy that feeds the word, the honesty of the speaker's voice...

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  17. Such a befitting tribute, Suyash!

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  18. Oh the loss of Cornell is really heavy. Your poem is a very nice tribute and I *love* the rhyming of ennui with buoy!!

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