Allusive

In "the fullness of time,"
the influx of influences climb
to a trifling pitch.

A smocked blindfold
covered the stillborn

ideas quashed

by forceps trembling
spoons chiming. . .

but for Whom?
 
(Written in response to rosemarymint's Monday Melting's word list:  fullness, influx, trifling, smock, blindfold, stillborn,quash, chime, spoon, tremble  and linked up to OpenLinkNight at dverse poetry site)

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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 14, 2012 at 8:19 AM

    this one made me shiver just a bit honest...between the stillborn and the foreceps to quashed ideas....both i think caused it...

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    1. GinnyFebruary 14, 2012 at 11:27 AM

      Shivering is good, I think. Kind of like whoever said that poetry is good if it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. . . :)

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  2. ClaudiaFebruary 14, 2012 at 12:49 PM

    smiles...yes...about to calm down the hair on the back of my neck...smiles

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 14, 2012 at 1:28 PM

    You can't get much clearer than using a title like "Allusive" to introduce metaphor/symbolism.

    I'm glad you used the quotation marks, or I wouldn't have caught the reference (even though it's in the tag list [slaps forehead]:

    "But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons." (Galatians 4:4-5, ESV)

    I am ashamed to say I've not read For Whom the Bell Tolls. You poets teach me so much about how little I know. :)

    Love these lines:

    "ideas quashed
    by forceps trembling
    spoons chiming"

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    1. GinnyFebruary 14, 2012 at 4:27 PM

      Yes, Shawna, perhaps it was it was a little too clear? And thanks for giving the full reference and to be completely correct, I should have only put marks around "fullness of time." :)

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  4. Anne KatherineFebruary 14, 2012 at 4:57 PM

    A very sad one, but I like the end... it gives the whole sadness a greater frame of reference (well, so does the first line)...the idea that despite the tragedy perhaps there is a greater plan. Nice job!

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2012 at 8:06 AM

    Gave me chills . . .

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