.deux. {NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 30}

.bury the illusion.
text in sub verse and
complete is oxidation
covertly offered diatribes
deep-space precipices
overlooking once angels lyrical
on spent time gained
illusion in professed confession
manufacture deeds masked in divinity
intoxicating dervish spins
until here and now diminish
songs of nowhere from
geometries sacred to lineage intact spiritually
to light of life given
deny not
do not deny given life
of light to spiritually intact
lineage to sacred geometries
from nowhere of songs
diminish now and here until
spins dervish intoxicating divinity
in masked deeds manufacture confession
professed in illusion
gained time spent
on lyrical angels once overlooking
space-deep diatribes
offered covertly
oxidation is complete
and verse sub in text

It’s the 30th and final day of NaPoWrimo. How do you all feel? I don’t know about you guys but I’m staying away from all things literary for a week or so, at the very least!  It’s been a great experience and a difficult one, at times. I’ve stretched myself a good bit this month and have learned much about improvements and changes I need to make in my writing and in my life. I’m nowhere near where I can and should be and have a ways to go, which brings me to the point of my poem.
As  I wrote this piece I started to ask myself what the true substance of it was. What was it really saying? Within all of the embellishment was maybe one or two points but they were lost within the whole of the piece.

” I give in scattered portions, never a whole…” click image to visit site
It caused for some reflection upon my life and how i separate myself from my writing quite severely. I may be critical of my work but don’t usually apply that same criticism to myself. I realized a need to be the opposite If  I do give of myself, I give in scattered portions, never a whole. Never.

The words are a bit distant and I don’t let the reader in to who I am, which in turn could be who the reader is. The cryptic and internal  nature of what and how I write is a way of not allowing access to me. What we search for in reading poetry or a book, or listening to music is to find a piece of ourselves in that work. To know that we aren’t alone in who we are and what we feel. My feeling is that I’ve been detached from all of that from the very beginning. My writing has revealed itself to be selfish. I guess that’s an indicator of who I am if I dig deep…or if I simply pull away the thin top layer.

“I don’t let the reader in to who I am…” click image to visit site
I find that I have been writing from a place that doesn’t help the reader. I make no room for consolation. I offer no help for your ills, offer no advise. My poems have been speaking to speak and that’s all. It’s time to evolve.




ghosts like me elude whispers, sometimes/
sometimes, whispers elude ghosts like me




Robert Laurence Binyon had a long and successful career in English arts and letters, managing to produce almost a book a year in the span between 1894 and 1944. His father, Frederick Binyon, was a clergyman, and his mother, Mary, was the daughter of Robert Laurence BinyonBenson Dockray, resident engineer of the London and Birmingham Railroad. Binyon showed an early interest in art and poetry. After attending St. Paul’s School, he attended Trinity College at Oxford, where his poem “Persephone” was awarded the Newdigate Prize. In 1890 he took a first-class degree in classical moderations, and in 1892, a second-class degree in litterae humainoires. In 1890 he also published four poems in a volume called Primavera: Poems by Four Authors, which included the work of three other young Oxford undergraduates, one of whom was his cousin, Stephen Phillips, who would also achieve a measure of fame as a poet.

He published his first book of poetry in 1894 calledLyric Poems, and he followed this publication quickly with two books on painting,Dutch Etchers of the Seventeenth Century in 1895 and John Crone and John Sell Cotman in 1897. These two interests would govern his career, as he alternated between poetry and essays on the visual arts. He was also interested in Oriental art and culture: books such as Painting in the Far East (1908) and the book of poems The Flight of the Dragon (1911) reflect this interest. Ezra Pound was highly complimentary of the later work, and thought of Binyon as a pioneer in the Western appreciation of Chinese and Japanese art.

Binyon married Cicely Margaret Powell in 1904, and they had three daughters together. When World War I broke out, he became an orderly in the Red Cross, and managed to visit the front in 1916. He turned this experience into numerous books of verse that took the war as a subject. The Winnowing Fan, The Anvil, The Cause, andThe New World, published from 1914 to 1918, all dealt with the war as a noble cause, though his work became progressively less sentimental.

During his career, Binyon became interested in experimental versification. He had been influenced by John Masefield, who argued that verse should be spoken aloud, and, at Oxford, Robert Bridges had shared with him the complex rhythms of Gerard Manley Hopkins’s sprung verse, whose poetry could not yet be found in print. His experiments were not as radical, however. Mainly, he was skillful at manipulating verse within narrowly defined limits. Read more here.



She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt and flame
Showered on her streets, to shatter them and toss
Her ancient towers to ashes. Riven across,
She rose, dead, into never-dying fame.
White against heavens of storm, a ghost, she is known
To the world’s ends. The myriads of the brave
Sleep round her. Desolately glorified,
She, moon-like, draws her own far-moving tide
Of sorrow and memory; toward her, each alone,
Glide the dark dreams that seek an English grave.

Source: The New World (1918)




15 thoughts on “.deux. {NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 30}

  1. Sorry for the typos. My last sentences should read:

    It’s so rewarding when the mist of chaos clears to reveal some small part of its order. Well played.


  2. I love this. A brilliant expression of yin and yang. I am captivated by writing that make use of puzzles, math, numerology and nested patterns. What at first we define as chaos turns out to be patterns we’ve just failed to ken. It’s so rewarding when the most of chaos to reveal some small part of its of its order. Well played.


  3. So cool to observe your development through the poetry. So admire how you have both used this month for so much more than just writing poetry! Way to go! I wonder if, as artists, we ever really stop the introspection process? Each step a step forward, a movement of growth – a ‘peeling back’ of a layer. Like the onion though, once you have peeled back all the layers, what is there left? 🙂
    You guys must have had some interesting and insightful discussions this month! I can relate to your writing the words for the words sake, Jason – sometimes that can be fun! 🙂 Look forward to more of your poetry – once rested! (and hope you have now had some sleep!). Go well, my friend, and hopefully chat soon…

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    1. Thank you, Rob. Writing is an extension of our lives, our very souls, so treat it as something exterior or other than is a disservice to ourselves but to those reading. We may be experiencing or have experienced something that another person is struggling with or may encounter very soon and we can be a guide. They, in turn, can possibly guide us. All of that can inform the writing, which can then inform your life and so on. One big wonderful circle of learning, exploration, introspection. Speaking of introspection, I feel that at the point you stop, you are no longer human. Life is a constant perfecting of character. You should never feel that you are completely enlightened or knowledgable. There is always something new to learn about oneself, craft, surroundings. This is the onion of infinite layers, friend. 🙂
      We did have breakthroughs, epiphanies, meltdowns, replenishments, our name it! Definitely will be chatting soon but first my literary muscles need a rest haa!!!!

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      1. Thanks for your reply Jason! Feel we are on the same page – sharing, learning, all together and never-ending – enriching each others lives and being! So true – and so pleased to share with you guys – on the literary and deeper levels.
        As for the onion – love the infinite layers – of our humanness and our souls! Once all peeled back then there is the great nothing – however, from nothing comes everything, yes? Still not quite got that one myself, so think I’ll stick with the infinite layers! Beyond that is beyond me right now! 🙂
        Wish you both a good rest and look forward to being in touch as and when!

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  4. wow to this. you have let the reader in now! this was a great exercise to do so. I also didn’t know this type of poetry before now. It is a wonderful style! I think I like the second one you wrote best because with just a fee words, it expresses so much more than the longer. I have enjoyed all of your blog entries and I will look forward to seeing you evolve too!

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    1. yes, it’s called deux langue (two languages in French) The idea is to write home that makes sense and either will have the same meaning or two different meanings when read both forward and backwards. Punctuation can be changed, in order to give different meaning or emphasis, however, all of the words must be exactly the same . I agree with you in that the second one was more focused. it dis come to me after the introspection I did and netted a better result. I will definitely be evolving and I thank you for taking the time to read my blog! I hope to continue to see more from you, as well!

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