Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Fiction Poetry

I created this piece during our last big hurricane. The lights were out and the storm was blowing outside; It put me in a very vulnerable mood and I used that to write this creepy poem. Originally I conceived it as being a part of a mystery/thriller novel that I have been thinking about the concept for lately. I was thinking that a major part of the discovery would come through journal entry poems found by the main characters. The problem is that I don't write genre fiction, so until I find a deeper theme among my ideas it's not getting written. SO... here stands this dark little poem with no greater work to be a part of, yet.

August 12, 1827: I awake from horrible dreams

What spirits
and specters spy
on me from the dark
corners of this place? Hark,
no angel hath the gall to guard
a soul so stretched and stripped.

Madness…! Quiet?
What is it then that
causes my mind to madden?
Silence still enough that echoes
of the past and future sound as sirens

in my poor
drums. Weary yet
from worry and soon regret,
but no, I cannot become as wrecked
as the wonton wretch who fills my head

with murder.
Horrible horror: thoughts
meant for devils dreams, the brains
of imps and denizens of the deep dark
shall be my feast… For I have none left

with which to fight,
and my will diminishes
with the twilight grey. I fear
oh God that neither I nor they will last
until the blessed day redeems us in its copper tones.

By: T.J. Seale
Copyright 2008 Thomas Taylor

6 comments:

  1. "Hark,
    no angel hath the gall to guard
    a soul so stretched and stripped."--there you are T.J--you have given yourself the elements of your novel. When the immaterial causes divinity to quake, you have a conflict.

    with murder.
    Horrible horror: thoughts
    meant for devils dreams, the brains
    of imps and denizens of the deep dark
    shall be my feast… For I have none left

    "with which to fight,
    and my will diminishes
    with the twilight grey. I fear
    oh God that neither I nor they will last
    until the blessed day redeems us in its copper tones."--Splendid, you are are true to the time period. This is fabulous. Well, continue Mr.Seale! I want to know what makes this narrator tick.

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  2. I've never experienced a hurricane, but I can capture some of the feelings involved--all because of your writing talent. Great work T.J.

    Take Care!

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  3. Clay- "When the immaterial causes divinity to quake, you have a conflict." Wow, I have never thought about that line in such a direct way, thanks for giving me a perspective on that. I didn't realize just how powerful that line was. As always thanks for the encouragement. I think you just gave me a deeper theme for the novel.

    Nick James- Hey, thanks for subscribing to my blog. It's not the hurricane that is really that scary, it's the way it affects all the natural energies that makes it so emotional. Everything is in a tempest and there are very powerful vibes; it changes peoples' moods. During this most recent one I spent most of my time out on the balcony, to write.

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  4. Well I am finally on to check out your blog. Actually I just found my book that had the info in it. (sorry about almost loosing the book you lent me).

    I too liked Clay's perspective, and I found that line just as powerful. Your poetry is powerful Thomas and I'm glad you liked my own ramblings about my feelings.

    Amber Hermione

    P.S. What does Jack want for the play responses from "Telling Tales"?

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  5. WOW! Some powerful poetry here. Thanks for sharing!

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  6. Here is the link I promissed:

    http://unknownland.suddenlaunch3.com/index.cgi?board=PlainC2&action=display&num=1237433596

    ~enjoy~

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