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A Rose by any other black squirmy line still smells
by Maria Terezia FerenczIt just occurred to me
everything, I mean EVERYTHING
is made of these
BLACK SQUIRMY LINES
that don't mean anything
at all
unless they are read
if they lay here
long enough
never seen
all they are
all they will be
BLACK SQUIRMY LINES
dying without meaning
it takes a transfer
from eyes to mind
to give birth to
BLACK SQUIRMY LINES
to bring them to life
these the flesh of abortion
that was never a child
08/11/2006 Author's Note: This abortion was originally performed in my journal....I think I need to be brainwashed.
Posted on 08/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 08/11/06 at 01:18 PM If you think of the black squirmy lines as strings in string theory, this piece takes on a whole new dimension...12 of them actually. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/06 at 06:43 PM I love the basic concept, and how you express it. Much truth and wisdom here. Not sure if abortion is the right word, but the rest works fine for me. Here's to black squirmy lines! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/06 at 10:08 PM P.S. I guess it could be described as abortion when one abandons a poem. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/12/06 at 07:33 AM There's a pretty blatant truth here. Good writing! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/14/06 at 12:47 AM Unique view of writing - black squirmy lines - almost makes me feel like they are just sitting there with pent up energy, anxious to be read and understood. Good write! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/15/06 at 12:13 AM Hi Maria. Like this. The tone is rather stark and the texture near edgy. Maybe we all need to move that way once-in-a-while. Fine work. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/17/06 at 03:07 AM I'm so glad I know how to read black squirmy lines or I would have missed this wonderful poem! :) |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/17/06 at 01:39 PM calls to mind the reading of a personal journal, the most private painful thoughts brought to life with voice. the angles and curves monsters coming out from under the bed, or better yet, the dizziness from nausea, the head spin. this absolutely frightened me. edgy and provocative read. PK |
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