Sharpshade
original poetry.
with photos of lamps
made by Przemek Krawczynski
The shadow of the pencil-point
Fuels the shine of the lamp
Lighting this page,
For it is a shade electric:
A mirror tube of coal-glow
And lingering smoke hanging low
Clinging to the algid slopes.
O Kerosene quill, O wick Psyche,
O Beating fruition—
void-dwelling Trinity
In the imploding pyramid of this shadow
Of sharpened graphite.
Black fate – the Fates dulled – blinding fate:
Fate upon a three-dimensional impression of faces
Traced onto a waxpaper world
In the flickering shadows to bide.
In electric shade – grey shade – white,
Pressed sheaves into the coal fog,
Erasing the superfluous in the coal morn.
Shadow of a draft page illuminated
By the triforce of the coal-born—
Fossils – combustion – smoke,
And the shade that fuels it all—
—Sharpshade—
by discernment shorn.
Written by
@d-pend
3/23/18
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Lamps made by
Przemek Krawczynski
When I finished reading, I made the comment. There's nothing to do. Because once we are finished we will start again. keep going.
Circles n' cycles. Indeed.
@ d-pend,very beautiful and amazing, like I want to have it.
Yeah I would love to own one of these incredible lamps @suzuki1. However, the price is a bit out of my range... xD
@d-pend, if the price is expensive
theoretically you could build one yourself using a balloon and wax paper you would make a delicate paper mache base then you would use a scalpel or carpet knife to cut the design ...et voila ...
Wow Beautiful
This poems is eye opening @d-pend. Not all your poems are eye opening. Some of them leave me in a state of peace and meditation. This poem sheds light even though the darkness continues to grow. It is another example of dichotomy in poetic illustration. "Sharpshade" speaks to me about the price we pay for artificial light and how the bills are paid for acts we do the resources for light come from dark places. It has application to blockchain, Steemit and definite applications to the current state of affairs. Altogether the poem leaves me confused which is a good place to start my Saturday morning here in Seoul.
(I must be hungry)
O Kerosene quill, O wick Psyche,
O Beating fruition—
void-dwelling Trinity
In the imploding pyramid of this shadow
Of sharpened graphite.
Wonderfully descriptive. Your work has a sense of crisp detail. The words are a treat:)
Amazing, beautiful, wonderful poetry dpend and i want one of those lamps
That's so sharp and amazingly written nice poem in the poem challenge :D)
nice writting bro awesome poetry 😊
No Lamp has ever got such a tribute that you gave @d-pend ;)
I am doing distemper in my room for two days and off course this poem is so relate able to that scenario what i am doing for last two days.
Beautiful personification with selection of vocabulary Daniel :) :)
Now this here is just perfect >
Shadow of a draft page illuminated
By the triforce of the coal-born—
Fossils – combustion – smoke,
I want to hug it and kiss it and call it George :D
like both the poem and the photos!
magic everywhere)
a great illustration of your great idea!
Sharpshade,
Dark yet illuminating.
Nice work Sire, you are a genius
I must admit, I work hard with dictionary for this one... hahahaha
But I loooooove it!
Thank you, @d-pend