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Village moths
slancho

Black vines lean left
 1
in remote villages:
 2
like thunder
 3
ring the August minutes
 4
in flower pots;
 5
crowded, the night nods.
 6
 
 
A mosquito bite itches:
 7
a yawn, shrunk white,
 8
reflects fat and humid
 9
a sky of borrowed colors
 10
 
 
we don’t reflect
 11
anymore.
 12

20 Sep 05

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WOW I don't get touched like that and find it annoying that I get teary eyed when reading this...thnk you.
 — turtlepoet

thank you, turtle man,
your words are kindness revealed.
Maria
 — slancho

i love your poem
 — bettalpha

thank you for loving the poem
It was great living it
maria
 — slancho

Beautiful, but sad.

P :0)
 — unknown

This has a real Bulgarian feel. I think you should get some sort of award from the Bulgarian Tourist Board.
 — larrylark

You should get rid of the and in the first and seventh  line.
 — unknown

Larrylark, thank you for your input.  You write such beautiful poetry that your comments always touch me.  Ha, I doubt the Bulgarian tourist board is going to appreciate the mataphors.  As a true Bulgarian, maybe I ought to include some reference to our glorious present day westernization and definitely find a way to rhyme the whole thing for them.  Thank you anyway ... some friends appreciate it and interestingly enough, it was inspired by an American. :-)  Life is ironic.  
Maria
 — slancho

unknown, thank you for the suggestions, I think you are right and I did away with the "the" and the "and" in the first and seventh line, it reads much tigher now ... and better.
Might you reveal your name for us, stranger?
Maria
 — slancho

sensitive writing, nice poem.  clarity is, seemingly, a regional requirement.
 — Roz

Wow this piece really was quite amazing i cant really think of much else to say except well done!
 — Ben

Thank you Ben, you are kind
Roz, charity should be at least a reasonable requirement, I think, though its practice is region specific at times and unfortunately so.
Thank you both for your generous words ...
Maria
 — slancho

this has a marvelous ethereal quality
hint of sorrow

a cup of tea, is mine

perfectionotomy!
 — onklcrispy

i love this poem.
 — kaleidazcope

thank you to onklcrispy and to kaleidazcope.  
maria
 — slancho

Awesome description, awesome approach to the disconnection in humanity ... if that was what you were trying to convey.
 — Hear

"Hear," that too, the disconnection, I suppose that is one reason I could connect to everything that was happening mostly outside around me. Thank you for commenting.
Maria
 — slancho

beautiful maria writes beautiful poems.
 — unknown

flutter and a wink to unknown
maria
 — slancho

Takes my breath away.  Fave.
 — housepoppy

Spun through a coocoon of gravy, this sailed straight to the bull, horns blew and and the matador applauded.

Real Nice Poem
 — unknown

thank you, poppy and unknown
maria
 — slancho

No unncecessary words! Good work. All were used to their full potential. I "sky of borrowed colors we don't reflect anymore." Great!!
 — MrChris

creative and nice.
 — listen

this is some good stuff, line six is brilliant.
 — aerol

thank you to listen, aerol and MrChris - I am glad you enjoyed this piece
It is one of my favorites
Maria
 — slancho

i would place a single period at the end of line 6.
 — aerol

yeah, you are right about the single period
thank you
I think I will place it as well, right now
Smiles
Maria
 — slancho

MrChris, listen and aerol, thank you so much for your kind comments and for bringing me back to this poem.  Line 6 is a favorite for me as well, as is the last bit, they have an interesting parallelism going on between them that, I hope, does not make this more melancholy than it was meant to be.

Thanks all three (I wish we could have a place for favorite comments, not just other people's poems) :-)
Maria
 — slancho

Maria,
Having read this many times I have begun to argue with myself over 'lean' in L1. I would like to suggest a change, yet see a paired image in a single word, which would be lost with any other choice. Perhaps also the placement of ‘and’ on the same line effects my eye, maybe if it led l2 or was omitted altogether?

There is a sullen coloring to the poem but it is not in the least lugubrious, the phrasing of L6 sees to that, a pivotal line in the poem. Thanks for the read – I will revisit again when the skies are morose and broody.
Rgds
Hobby
 — hobby

hobby, you are so very kind to revisit this
I thought maybe if I changed the verb "lean" to "thrust" (in past tense though I might have gotten the grammar wrong), that would also imply the vines being acted upon by the thunder. I am not sure if that works, because yes, they lean (v) left before they are lean (adj), think and fragile ...

I am starting to wonder why I ever chose "black" as the first word and the one to describe the vines.  You have brought me to re-consider this poem, thank you for that.  I have also taken the "and" away from the end of line 1, it makes it less narrative and more strike-ing ...

I hope I have not ruined this poem
Yours
maria
 — slancho

Short and sweet, but deep. I enjoyed reading this piece.
 — FemmeInLA

thank you FemmeInLA
I am glad you enjoyed this poem
Maria
 — slancho

I really like this, especially after reading it a few times. What is the yawn, is it something Bulgarian or is it a yawn that someone does when tires, if it is I'm not sure i understand. Poem paints a powerful picture and is nicely written.
 — icepineapple

i absolutely love this. there isn't a single thing i would change.
 — caustic

thank you, icepineapple, caustic and Meep, for your comments
I changed the word "thrust" to its original, "lean" which, some time back, seemed to bother some readers but I do think it might just fit better.
As far as the yawn is concerned, it is nothing specifically Bulgarian, just a reference to falling asleep, to darkness (without saying it directly), to the changing of seasons, to the kind of apathy that takes over the body and the mind and the kind of apathy to go along with borrowed colors.
Thank you all for the read
Yours kindly
Maria
 — slancho

would you consider one small change to this otherwise brilliant poem?

'ring' to the previous line... ?
 — varun

beautiful imagery - delicious memory
 — Mongrol

No no, don't do that (varun, no offense) the enjambment would be lost. L3 has a natural completion to it, the placement of 'ring' unsettles the eye and would be far less effective on the previous line.  

Also I like that you have returned to 'lean' - nice to read this again
Rgds
Hobby
 — unknown

thank you, guys, a lot
Varun, I am going with hobby's instinct ...
maria
 — slancho

Obviously, you kick ass ;-)
I love how "bite itches" looks like 'bitches'-
that kinda stuff gets me all excited.

First read of the morning
and I'm pretty sure it'll be the best.
 — Krttika

good call on 'ring'. i read it about 10 times. makes sense what hobby said. of course.
merci.
 — lyom

Krttika and Lyom,
thank you so much for your kind words
I do not kick ass, not at all I am afriad ... there are times when the relationship between power and its addressee seems to me to go the other way around.  Ouch! :-)
Thank you both and everybody for your comments
Yours
Maria
 — slancho

You should strive to contain your last effort in so few lines. This is a fine poem, but over a year old. I would have expected to see improvement not decline in successive posts.
 — unknown

and who would this unknown be?
if I may kindly ask
maria
 — slancho

Stephen Boyd
 — unknown

ok, so I happened upon this poem this morning, and I very much enjoyed the read. when I finished, I decided "I definitely need to add this to my favorites list", so I went to add it, and it turns out it was already one of my favorites. anyhow, I'm glad I came upon it again. very much enjoy this one. very well done. thanks.
 — theair

If you were so inclined:

A mosquito bite itches
a yawn, shrunk white,  
reflects fat and humid,  
the languid smile of yesterday
‘s moon, the stars cheerleaders
Of a sky of borrowed
colors  10
we don’t reflect  11
anymore.
 — Nemesis

ah, you are so king, theair, thank you ...
And I think you have prompted me to go and re-read some of your own poetry this fine Monday morning
Kindly
Maria
 — slancho

why "the lnaguid smile of yesterday's moon, the stars of cheerleaders" ... this changes the meaning of the poem a bit, the introduction of cheerleaders when I am talking about a remote village, perhaps such a turn of gaze of the reader would feel somewhat forced, which is what I tried to avoid with this poem the whole time.  The poem is about a thunderstorm in a village and about the reaction of the world to the thunder, plants, vines and humans alike.  

I would love to know why you propose the changes, if you get a chance to get back to this

Thanks for your comment
Maria
 — slancho

A glass of red too many I fear, :

A mosquito bite itches
a yawn, shrunk white,  
reflects fat and humid,  
the languid smile of yesterday,
the stars cheer, leaders of a sky
of borrowed colors
we don’t reflect
anymore.

Thoughts: places a enjambed line in the second strophe (albeit a little different in style to the one in the first). Likens the sky which lies beyond the storm, or through a momentary clearance in the clouds, to hope, that which is worth celebrating once the storm passes. The ‘borrowed colors’ brought to mind an association with cheerleaders.

Other than that I don’t know – my wine induced blurb would seem to have been a touch hasty :)
Nemesis
 — unknown

It's not wise for some people to drink, they in fact belive the pish they talk
 — unknown

After so long away from this poem, I feared it may have become too accomodating, too work-shopped.  I needn't have feared; it is still a natural beauty.
 — unknown

like thunder/
ring ...

Like thunder ring? Non capisco. Is there a missing comma or a missing 's'. Help me.
The last stanza confuses me some, too, specifically the 'a' before 'sky' in line 10.

I'm trying,
 — Rixes

Rixes, thanks for your visit!

like thunder
rung the August minutes

the line break is in place of a comma, since I have switched around the sentence a bit.  Grammatically correct (though it is not incorrect right now) should read: The August minutes ring like thunder.  I can switch around the latter part to come before the main clause if I put a comma after it but since I wanted to be sparse on commas, I just put a line break.  I hope this helps by way of an explanation.

The last stanza, let me see: the indefinite pronoun in front of "sky" is to indicate that is not just any sky but the sky i am looking at while writing/reading the poem.  The sky thus is almost named, even though it would work perhaps just as well without the indefinite pronoun.  Yeah, maybe take the "a" away, Maria.

I am not sure what else to explain regarding the last stanza: the mosquito bite itches (it is hot in addition to being itchy to begin with).  A yawn is shrunk white because, in the mind of this author, it is colorless (like the sky), devoid of life and air.  The sky is fat and humid because it is August, rainy, hot and sticky month (I wrote this in a year when there were a lot of floods at home).  

oh, maybe I have done too much unnecessary explaining
Hope all is well with you
Maria

and unknown, thanks for the comments ... even while drunk :-)
 — slancho

This is a wonderful poem, in my honest opinion.  
 — cualquier

I like this.  Perfect first stanza.  "a yawn, shrunk white" caught me.  That is where I as a reader get lost in the second stanza.   I would separate out We don't reflect anymore on another line to end the poem.  

Lucy
 — mnemosyne

i love line 1, the nodding night, line 10.... the ending, oh so much. How you put this poem together is inspiring.
 — vienta

the title's "moth" is what carries the "pot"'s hump, not the "nods", which put, sounds as though you hadn't seen the poem in your consciousness. leaving out the "moths" title, leaves "minutes" exposed as simply jargon, and it loses it's music to "august" and becomes banal. the ending, after the white shrunken yawn of cover, talks of a reflection we haven't available, which hasn't been melded into any reflective surface. 11 and 12 are another poem, trite, and ruin this otherwise sort of nice poem for me.
 — joey

i dont think anyone knows wha this poem is about


truly

i am consistently amazed at the inconsistent interpretations of poems here not because of their complexity but because of their obscurity
 — unknown

a moment captured in flowers and on your face both within and without - very insightful portmanteau like gatherings in words and images, maria - each sentence is articulate though layered - we are the Sun and the Moon and the Sky and the thunder and the mosquito bite - the winds of change blow words across our minds
 — AlchemiA

please explain this layer by layer
 — unknown

"i don't think anyone knows what this poem is about" -- it's about the author writing out what has to be written out -- inventing a poem out of the complexity of word and emotion -- inventing a meaning. i read a poem as though i were with the author and talking about the poem -- as though i were writing the poem myself -- as though i'd never seen a poem like this before -- as though i'd seen hundreds like this poem and watched it conforming and diverging from the template. you want me just to wag my tail at it and bark? that'd be doggy crit on a doggy poem.
 — joey

So wonderful.
 — themolly

Bravo!  This is so beautiful, Maria.  Haven't seen your poetry for a while.  Michigan is thawing now, I trust.  The words here say a lot.  The message behind the words leaves one (myself) feeling a lot.  Congrats on your #1 Top Rated poem.  :-)
 — starr

'Black vines lean left'; 'lean left'- the triviality of this immediatly imbues whatever is to come with a pointlessness and takes away any force
'Black vines lean left/... /like thunder'; no connection at all between the two, furthers the feeling of triviality
2nd stanza: 'yawn... fat and humid', again, a poor connection
l11-12 would be much more stricking and sudden if reduced to one line

however, i do really like 'black vines', 'the night nods', and especially 'a yawn, shrunken white'- i think that is really fantastic
 — unknown

great.
 — Rozzo

this is very good. no complaints
 — unknown

i agree with unknown

irrelevance dressed up is still irrelevance

lean left with me?
 — unknown

I am delighted to see comments of both kinds here.  I have to admit that the poem was purposefully obscurish which is not always a commendable poetic quality indeed.  If this helps at all, the poem was written as an opening - by way of stylistic devices (lots of verbs, short words, seemingly unclear images).  What the poem was written about was a summer thunder in a Bulgarian village - thus the vines, the flowers in pots, the endless night urged on only by the ringing of thunder (rattling flower pots and windows alike).  The second stanza turns to the writer ... a fat yawn, shrunk white implies heaviness, a bit of emptiness as well (shrunk white ... almost nonexistent, no?).  I will leave the ending open.

Thank you for all your comments.  I have been away from the site for a while but I hope to return soon.

Starr, the snow has thawed indeed in Michigan and we are waist-deep in spring.  The trees are blooming, the flowers are bold and in the morning, tens of birds visit the birdfeeders.  The world is growing fat, healthier, having forgotten all about winter already.

Yours kindly
Maria
 — slancho

nice poem
 — teddy

still beautiful
 — unknown

True art!  So few words say so much!
 — jpmhawk

I'm not too fond of the tempo.  It's immediately jerky and hard to catch up with; putting a pirouette in a line dance is never a good idea.
Watch how the leg straightens a bit here:
"Black vines lean left
in villages remote: (but choose a better modifier)
like thunder in
the August minutes
and crowded flower pots;
the night nods, Leka nosht (Good night in Bulgarian)

The music is sexy, smokey, electric.  Now learn how to move to it.
 — aurelius

ring?
interesting choice. its somewhat a perturbance. kix ass
great poem, strong and minimal
 — chuckle_s

lines 7-10 are masterful i truly injoy reading them over and over ^-^
 — onesandzeros

why is there a stanza break after line ten? i think it could be done away with.
 — aerol

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