photoart initiated in  Deep Dream generator

crumble cubes of common sense
ability barnstorms left handed over right
brain squaring up – superstitious cub devil
may care less for the birds than pillars of salt

mine the look back generation cooing in the hereafter
words fall sleepily lest they rest night lightly
dark burrowed brows like weevils furrowing bread
crumbs of comfort cast before cloven hoof and claw

hammer is clamour is mumbled murmuration
tickle childhooded flights of feathered fancy
dressed Sunday best lest between ourselves we’re left
speechless in bird tongue soup

unseemly it seems if seams are seen
to crumble

“to be truly cubist we also need to break the pieces apart. We have to show the borders between the perspectives and refrain from blurring the edges…Write several poems where you look at the object from different perspective”
Björn certainly raised the bar with his challenge ‘meeting the bar as a cubist poet‘.  It is remarkably difficult to avoid meaningful narrative. Rather than revisiting with each stanza, I’ve aimed to glue the poem(s) together again with slippage and cross-reference, adding a light touch of  [raised eyebrows] Gertrude Stein‘s fondness for repetitive sound rhymes.

Also adding these few crumbs to Poetry Pantry

8 Comments on “crumblings

  1. Phew! Verbal acrobatics indeed – up there swirling and twirling in the Bit Top of imagination, Bravo!


    • went a bit high with this one Tish – without a safety net 😉

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  2. I like the different viewpoints of feeding pigeons and the crumbling of thoughts.


    • glad you were able to pick up the pieces Brian – thank you


  3. I do love how you added the dimension of Gertrude Stein here,.. really raised it one step further… the wonderful beginning of the third stanza makes me think about some of the tender button wording… yet you manage to keep it coherent and visual…


    • followed up your reference to Stein’s poetry – somewhat tedious at times other than her use of sounds. Comforting that you felt there was coherence in these crumblings – thank you for the ‘out of usual bounds’ challenge


  4. This is deeper than just crumblings of common sense ~ Specially admire:

    we’re left
    speechless in bird tongue soup~


    • many thanks for that comment Grace – that particular crumb dropped out of the blue which is I suppose what happens when we aim to dislodge the logical!


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