JU Writing Club - 1st submission preamble
or; the calm before the storm
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For my submission for the first writing challenge for the JU Writer's Club, I finished a surrealist story that I've been working on for weeks. I will post the surrealism story later this morning, I'm putting the finishing touches on it right now, but this poem serves as a preamble to the story. Read this, and then (when the other is up) read the story. It won't make sense, but it's surrealism - it's not supposed to. 
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The smoldering bones are smoking still . . .
The ashes scatter on the seven winds . . .
The green letters of the exit sign
Shine brightly 'cross the deepened pitch
This ash is apparent . . .
The moldy books are burning still . . .
The flames seem brighter in the lanky night . . .
Deadlights beckon for a reckoning
Numbers ticking on a rusted clock
This ash is apparent . . .
The pipe organ issues forth a sad refrain
The deep static creates interloping pain
This ash is apparent!
The notes of the pipes break my very back
The notes of the pipes turn my guts to soup
The notes of the pipes cause my wandering
The notes trap me in an iridescent loop
Incandescence!
Antitheses are flowing still . . .
Teeth rattle and caress my jaw . . .
Relativity becomes a flash
Creativity can dissipate
This ash is apparent!
© 2006 Braeden Jones
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The smoldering bones are smoking still . . .
The ashes scatter on the seven winds . . .
The green letters of the exit sign
Shine brightly 'cross the deepened pitch
This ash is apparent . . .
The moldy books are burning still . . .
The flames seem brighter in the lanky night . . .
Deadlights beckon for a reckoning
Numbers ticking on a rusted clock
This ash is apparent . . .
The pipe organ issues forth a sad refrain
The deep static creates interloping pain
This ash is apparent!
The notes of the pipes break my very back
The notes of the pipes turn my guts to soup
The notes of the pipes cause my wandering
The notes trap me in an iridescent loop
Incandescence!
Antitheses are flowing still . . .
Teeth rattle and caress my jaw . . .
Relativity becomes a flash
Creativity can dissipate
This ash is apparent!
© 2006 Braeden Jones
Heh, heh. Actually where the words seem odd or perhaps confusing, the tone rings through, which is a good element of poetry.
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