Antimuse- An Inspired Irony

Cosmic blasts flare and

break apart as a butterfly's wings flap and

turn the eart around faster and faster and

disapate into death though they are the wind of life and

I am thinking

of a girl.

 

Poetic duties ignored

philosphic prediciments postponed

I am not faltering or bored

of ideas so ready to be stoned

by this righteousness

by this thoughtlessness

-No-

I see them on horizens end

for another day, when this light:

too powerfull, too magnificent to bend

has set or makes my sky forever bright.

Author's Note

I'd like to know what you think, so please give it a look, and come back to me. Mostly I want to know if it seems abrupt, as opposed to succinct.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I thought I'll read the 5th poem down in New Writing and that was 'Street Lights' which I quiet liked as I cld see the buses in London, maybe in the Blitz. I then read the next 5th poem down in your posts, which I can't recall now, and then came to this one. This is exactly what I thought as I read ... 'it's just a girl, no big deal, not worth getting distracted for' ... and 'Poetic duties... sounds a bit pompous. I really liked the bus poem though. It made me think of London buses, going somewhere, swaying around on the top deck, the numbers of the bus routes etc, the destinations. There ya go!