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Saturday, December 13, 2008

An odd bit, undeveloped

I'm-
material
as a ghost who
passes over,
through barren and
busy worlds, each
footprint too slight,
my outlined frame
too misshapen,
for the tended
masses to not-
ice

5 comments:

Jena Isle said...

I like it, brilliant, a real poet! Bravo!

Anonymous said...

a feeling I have had through out my years..well done Francis

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Notice/not-ice. Interesting; I'd never thought of it in those terms.

Bobby Revell said...

I am reminded of my lines:
I walk by unnoticed
an odorless fume thickly moistened
swept by crisp breeze
into endless horizons

And so, is your desire to be noticed? To be devoured by the tended masses? Or does it not matter?

Francis Scudellari said...

@Jena Thanks, but it was just a cast off fragment that I was playing around with.

@Confused Yeah, I tend to wallow in that feeling a lot :).

@Susan Breaking it as "no-tice" didn't work as well, so I decided to go the unconventional route.

@Bobby The notice of the tended masses definitely doesn't matter. The verse grew out of a tension I'm always caught between ... the sense of insignificance within the universe (and I generally accept that) vs. the desire to matter on a very micro scale ... with certain individuals I care about. It's an inevitable but frustrating byproduct of my current personal situation.