Daily Archives: October 24, 2014

Gaps

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

This inconsolable silence And the thunderous crack, Crack of a whip Gloats of its spoils, Breeds ever our toils As we manage the ravenous gaps. Our sweat drips in droplets; There is naught to stop it, So we surrender to … Continue reading →

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Turn Shadows Out!

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Trouncing boredom about Inside the skin With a sonorous rout, A short-lived win, An ominous bent. Oh, empty whine – Melodies bounce And plod, with rhythm And a polling pounce. Convulse and shout A piercing, loud Unrelenting sound. Oh, synapse … Continue reading →

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The Diving Bell

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

The diving bell And ghastly pale – Twisted thoughts All torn, like hells Imagined well In ages dark Cast arcing swells That leave bewildered Lies and tales Dripping grimly On tongue tips scared To be, to fail. Kevin Sampsel

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Pointillism

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

By the curious arrangement of particles, what was disconnected is now A chair, A washboard, An old house, A mattress Some flowers, A cityscape, A figure in a boat, A Lion, Thomas Edison, Expired insect. Each portrait the configuration of … Continue reading →

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Death of the Jellyfish

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

Once upon a jelly time, this little guy swam through the ocean with bobs sending shockwaves into offending flesh Now, how the luminescent have fallen, he (she?) is a small disc, blackened at edges I never knew you had been … Continue reading →

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Rhino Garden

Posted on October 24, 2014 by Ijagun Poetry Journal

A tree, the color of ash, root system like the humped back of a massive slow-moving creature, decorating a small circle of sidewalk, a space at the bottom large enough to hide a baby basket inside Beyond, the truck parked, … Continue reading →

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