Doubt

[spinkle]

Doubt, Cruelly In Love With Fidelity

Closes in on the cusp
of the eclipse, seduction
sending orbital bodies
into positions appropriating
all need for apology
tainted by lack of contrition,
misseen as seething
contempt, though clearly
uncertain of having spoken,
adopting attitude and posture
plainly unsure of how to react;

reeling but fixed inertial,
expectation obviated by emergence
into an obvious revelation,
shown trust’s affair
with weakness, instability
become the seed of infection,
passion permanently
unable to outweigh, unbalance
regret, response
numb but not wholly
negative, now enacting
the outcome and consequence
of the choice affected
ineffably by gravity of confession;

forced to conform, deforming to fit
an unpleasant understanding,
choking on reception of an accurate
depiction of the current position of blame,
blessed with the burden
of determining the degree
of acceptable shame.

 

[FoxyKel]

I'm not sure exactly how to word what I want to say... but I still really do think that you use such complicated wording that it takes a lot of thought to try and grasp what it is you are writing about, often you will lose your readers simply because of the effort they are required to put in to understand your piece, and even if they do stick at it and try and understand your writing, by the time they have done that the magic is often lost.

- |{elle

 

[spinkle]

The magic is the sound and the incantation--the piece exists only as the reader is interacting with it, and only as it is occurring through time.

Try reading my pieces out loud, read them multiple times...pay close attention to my line breaks (and stanza [aka "verse paragraph"] breaks, although those are much more rare)...question my diction, wonder why one word was chosen when you feel another fits more perfectly or that another image is more appropriate. Wonder what the context is--or, more importantly, create your own context for the piece.

There is no meaning inherent in my writing. I am not trying to get a point across. I am not attempting to communicate. What you see in my writing is something that only you can see, and this goes far beyond words and interpretation: I mean whatever it is you think I am saying.

This piece is a departure from my current [sic] style insofar as a) I used a lot of punctuation, which is almost completely absent now and b) the illusion or pretense of having a "point" is pretty clear...there is a "subject" for/in this poem, unlike most of my writing where (for lack of a better term) my objective is objectivity.

A remarkable amount of effort *is* necessary to find a way into most of my pieces...accessibility certainly isn't one of my strong suits...and I've been wondering lately whether they're worth the time...