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A Soul Cart Creaks

Brady Bowen 1973 (Louisiana)

As possibilities crumble to ash
around the caster-feet I bolted to my heart
these little wheels, canted, noisy, wind-wobbly.

Neutronic heaviness forced this modification-this ambulatory abomination that is dragged behind me by a chain wrapped hastily around and knotted, carefully gripped by hands covered in scar-webs.

The eyes of the watchers are fever-bright
savoring the rising mist of heartbreak
inhalation of crimson, corrosive pain
exhulting in the sweetness of my suffering
eyes heavenward but Hades birthed their joy.

I drag my soul before their gallery of sorrow
clanking links of rusty regret
make scraping noises on the stained glass
sainted floor of eternity; downtrodden ikons
in this hostility home of the cunning mind

I am weary of this shambling progress
this pilgrimage of pain
I lay myself down on the stained StStephen
he whom the wren betrayed
it’s as good a place as any.
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Written on March 19, 2022

Submitted by BradyB999 on March 19, 2022

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 912
Words 160
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 3, 1, 5, 5, 5

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  • Symmetry58
    Two activities I've loved over the years are weight training (45 years) and playing drums (20 years). When I see someone strong who's worked hard in a gym to accomplished feats of strength or building a physique I get inspired to work harder. When I see an amazing drummer like Dave Weckl playing jazz, it inspires me to want to play drums again. As a kid I was always intrigued by Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lou Ferrigno, Franco Columbo and muscle men of a given era - Ronnie Cole, Phil Heath current era. It made me work harder. When I'd hear Neil Peart or John Bonham playing drums, it made me want to pick up my sticks and play. And play I did for hours per day for nearly 20 years. I was self-taught and played straight off of albums. It was the talent and finesse of great athletes and/or musicians that inspired me to want to be better.

    Having said all of that. I'm off to practice my poetry. I think you catch my drift, bud.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • BradyB999
      Wow. Such kind words. Much appreciated. Hope you’re well.
      LikeReply1 year ago


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