A Disturbance of Shen
by Nicky Goodman
Friday, March 02, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
Shen=Spirit. Re-post -editing, suggestions welcome :)
A Disturbance of Shen
Remember the first scream
taking stale breath
and breath not yet breath
from the cavities of memory
through the oval of an open mouth?
Unlike the daily exhale of a sigh
hurtling, hot down nasal tunnels,
heat enough to steam a window,
tears rolling in quantities
of homeopathic salts.
So unlike the comfort of a sigh,
air gurgling over the larynx,
drying teeth, the fluttering
reef slip over lip. There is a rip
and tear to it, an opening; there
in a birth, or in a wail of grief,
lives something more than expelled air;
when breath could slice a bauble of flesh
in two; scalpel tissue, scissor sinew
and laser through the pores.
The throat chakra, opening
to a rocket jet tunnel of force,
a primal scream of spores to the sky.
A disturbance of Shen, making clouds
of rain to wash the skin of the body, the leaf
of a tree, where fuel toxins lie in limbo;
pathogens preparing - there to dust,
for a returning to the earth.
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|This is so far removed from the traditional "roses are red-violets are blue" humdrum poetry you see all the time from everyone and his brother. I love these lines as they jump through no hoops and scintillate the senses thoroughly with honest perspective and inspirational fodder for the rest of us who delve into these ripples of fine poetry. Excellent work, indeed!
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Reads like a reincarnation of a soul which to an extreme needs to regenerate and shapeshift into another form for catharsis...A Disturbance of Shen also has an environmental message...cut open, it is a raw, surgical view, a personal and global wound, tainted, screaming in agony from salt in the wound. Healthy Spirit lives in a blue, throat chakra...to analyze this poem is cathartic within itself, Nicky...to edit, to change its form would be to change the intention...this poem stands the way it is written...
|Reviewed by jude forese
|think this is brilliant ...|