Dissonance in Glacier-White (english poetry)

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I’m having a bit of a dry-spell, poetry-wise, so I can only make constructions. This one isn’t very good, but inspiration is failing me. I blame the Pleiades.

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A tick clinging to the bristles of a purple boar.

24 thoughts on “Dissonance in Glacier-White (english poetry)”

    1. Thank you Sherell! I tend to struggle most with essence, it’s a satirical thing; my most heartfelt poems lack technique, and my most technically impious works, lack heart.
      I guess hitting the green bar is the poetic journey at hand, and I find solace in, at least, being knowledgeable of that.

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  1. I will admit, proper poetry often causes my eyes to glaze over, no offense to you. You are a master of words and this poem is truly powerful in imagery and feeling. I’m doing that bow thing that people do when something amazing is experienced.

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    1. Oh Alex!, thank you so much. I try my best, and I still have a lot to improve, but I elate in knowing people still enjoy my naive, youthful poetics.
      Makes me hopeful that, someday, I might be worth the penny!
      Again, a thousand thanks.

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      1. I speak from the heart regarding your writing Johnny, we are always our worst critic and strive to reach the highest level, the truly gifted are less likely to feel they will ever reach that. Just know your writing is amazing and I’m so glad you are sharing it here.

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    1. Thank you, Melissa!, composite poetry has that quality to it; you can bend and enslave the images and sounds produced. What they produce, though, depends entirely on who reads it.
      Again, a heartfelt thank you.

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      1. That’s the best part though, how each individual interprets the meaning. Of course being an interpreter it’s something that fascinates me daily! Words are such tricky creatures 😄 I love the imagery of that too…bending and manipulating them to our will!

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  2. You say this is a dry spell, but I enjoyed this immensely! Thank you for following me, by the way. Returning the favor as I’d love to see more of your work.

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    1. Je vous en prie!, and thank you for such kind words. I certainly hope we can become acquainted with each-others oeuvre, as I’m always happy to share beautiful journeys with soulful individuals.
      Thank you, again, for stopping by, and for such kindness.

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      1. Oui, but I’m terrible at writing it. I do have some degree of French inflection in my poetry, and I’ve read in all four languages (English, Portuguese, French, Italian), since I was about eleven.


      2. Very cool! I started learning French about two months ago because half of my family speaks it. I’m also fluent in Spanish, and intermediate in Japanese.

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    1. Thank you Michael,
      and in all sincerity, so do I, haha.
      I’m slowly learning to appreciate the gaps of my ability to produce, there is serenity in that void.
      After all, when there is little more to be said, one can assume silence is simply a rest.


  3. Well 😁 I never said I forged them did I.
    But to tell the truth I read it for 15 mins yet I could not come to a conclusion.
    I felt a populace of variety of people are caught in one big clockwork. Thats playing them and pleasuring them and grinding them maybe without their knowledge. Maybe this clockwork is made by them or maybe not. But the clockwork is very close to how one lives.
    I might be quite wrong. But thats what it felt like reading it.
    And as usual I made an essay out of a comment. Sorry for that.

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    1. You are more than welcome to distill my poetics. This one is especially hard to crack the further you try to crack it, because it draws upon how it communicates, rather than what it communicates.
      I cannot tell you what it means, since that is yours to keep, I can only suggest that you read it as if you were the poetic subject at hand, looking at those Men, and what elemental emotions sprout from that cruel division.

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