The silence of the superficial

The dew above the thorns of coming presages is melting the great silkiness of insouciance away. 

The man with the licoric fist is coming down the spiral stairs again. 

His moonfaced mask of  ignorance will courage the balloon to fall in love with the hedgehog even if the harps start to play.  

"It is fiction if your truth is behind the doors of the touchable" was his slogan. 

Obvious acts were grotesque. He would rather be the screaming red lipped clown in a silent noir movie than a dying sunset after an overwhelmed Xanax overdose.

The mirror  never reflects him. It possibly reflects a dormant old man called Nostrebus or a drunk camion driver that enjoys Dostoyevsky seances. Why should a piece of glass be interested in portraying him? He considered himself invisible.

 Every blot of frustration was forced. He welcomes blots.

 Lines are measured so he would burn them with grace. 

Somewhere between the edges of the superficiality he would swing his stick and whistle out the "Ode to joy" to make the thunder  come back.

You can call him "Man of Duty", "Protector of the profound" or just make him appear.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the reference to Dostoyevsky ---and his dreams works...

that mirror from which we see ourselves, like it or not...we appear....and often with a superficiality we cannot hide from...i like "the man with the licorice fist"

drinks too much anise---the invisible part of us is often the good part that needs to make itself visible...

as usual you get my mind so active with your writes...

good stuff, Jeannette...
jacob

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks a lot for this great feedback. It means a lot to me. :)

[willweb]

"Every blot of frustration was forced. He welcomes blots." I am not one who usually copies and pastes lines from other's work, but in your case it just seems like the thing to do for me. That line blew me away. I feel as I read your work I am looking into a kaleidoscope of thoughts and ideas changing and reflecting such wonderment as I turn the dial. Once more, this was an enjoyable read today.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thank you again for a great review. I feel very honored and pleased when this amount of fascination comes up. I appreciate it a lot. :)

[Alan B.]

A lovely, existential vignette. I like how all attempts to measure or delineate are the real superficiality, and you freely wander the verbal plane to express that.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks for reading and reviewing Alan. I appreciate it a lot. :)

[Rene Salinas]

First the scene in which this very Man appears, he appears affable, he seems quirky as he denominates what we are no to know by "fiction", A sober type of person, highly developed by the looks of it as no reflection as set upon him, he relates and aliviates frustration, sounds like a good friend. Great ending!
He lives in the world of ideals and hence he can scheme passed the superficiality and banality of life.

What an interesting subject you have created.

Thankyou

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks Rene for your wonderful interpretation. It's always a pleasure to read your reviews blessed by splendid detail. :)

[Briana O'Connor]

I like the way you have woven a story in the ways of a poetic painting. There's depth to a plot of sorts, but then there's significant pausing and play of words. Very creative and thrilling. So much left to the imagination here. Well done.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thank you very much Briana. I appreciate it. :)

[Wórdsmíth]

There`s always a truth behind the shimmery mirrors of fantasy & a lie ov`r the reality. Somehow. Well.. "Man Of Duty?" Sounds good. It could turn into a big story write. You should write something on "Man Of Duty". I like the title. And, the story`s already well pen`d. Quiet thrilling!

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks a lot Wordsmith for this encouraging review. I appreciate it. I will look forward for a corner of inspiration to recall the Man of duty back. :)

[Wórdsmíth]

Happy to heart it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem was interesting. I like the way you used parts of story and tale to create thoughts and places. I wanted to know more.
"The mirror never reflects him. It possibly reflects a dormant old man called Nostrebus or a drunk camion driver that enjoys Dostoyevsky seances. Why should a piece of glass be interested in portraying him? He considered himself invisible."
The lines above I liked the most. Made me dig in thoughts of old tale and mystery. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry for thoughts.
Coyote

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thank you very much Coyote. I truely appreciate your support. It means a lot to me. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Are you a reader? I have read the classics. Big books that need quiet place and time.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Yes, I am. I mostly enjoy books with philosophical and dystopian content.
Well, it's nice to take some tea and a good book and find some peace. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I got lucky last year at a book sale at library. A found a complete book of Dryden, Ben Jonson, Milton and Jack London's "When gods laugh." I read them twice each. The writers gave me motivation to write 400 poetry and story this year. I love reading.

[Chris]

I smiled as I read... an appreciation of endeavor. I guess even Mylar-encased birthdays' balloons need the touch of attention even when it's the sharp-edged joyous caress with childlike intent. "Ode To Joy" touched - Thunder IS where we find it and lightning ever stirs within...

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks for the review. I am glad that it made you smile. :)

[Chris]

I hope the smile was by your intent and not just by my shadows of perception.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Well I don't prefer to restrict any written word of mine. None of my work is written by a speical concept and it's free to interpretation. :)

[Chris]

all of our thoughts are open to perception... it IS just that sometimes an author's intent for a writing can be taken in ways unforeseen. We often miss what is within plain sight - until we suddenly "see" it.