Cryptic Diversion

To hear the whispers
of ferns as they unroll
is nothing short of a lalamity,

causing me to hum
the hymn of unrolling,
heedless if it clashes
with the rambangle monotone
of cogs busy at grinding

everything deaf
to sylvan movement
into a snarfdiffanous powder
that settles into
indifferent drifts.



This poem was created from a prompt at Imaginary Gardens For Real Toads: Stuff and Nonsense. It's also linked to Poet's United, Poet's Pantry 333

57 comments:

  1. Holy cats! I flipping LOVE this poem!!! Damn. This is super awesome.

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  2. Wow!! Beautiful!! I love the way you web your words!
    (Rommy, not to get too personal, but the security blanket has a lot to do with my life. There is a lot of emotion in it! When the security blanket drops, my entire life changes completely! And, that security blanket affects many people around me. I have to truly let go and there is a guilt feeling too, because this will affect so many people. But, I want the next chapter of my life to begin! I got to do this for me!! I know this probably doesn't make sense and I don't know if I have even explained it properly! But know, I appreciate your words and also know, I am going to do this!! ) Big Hugs and Much Love!

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  3. Shades of "Alice Through The Looking Glass"

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  4. Are you sure that my Muse was not sending some of her often-weird smoke signals your ways? You left me picturing decapitated ferns... Which is sort of funny, in a teeth-baring sort of way, if I imagine the right heads. And I'm quite good at imagining. So, *giggles*.

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    1. When the muse feels macabre, it's best to don your best Morticia Addams dress and work it.

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  5. Ooooooo, love the words, love the words!

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  6. This is wonderful! Love the imagery of the fern unrolling.

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    1. There's a place near me that is filled with ferns. It's a delight going there in the spring when the fiddle heads are just beginning to unroll.

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  7. You are a genius Rommy!!❤️ This is soo exquisitely penned!❤️

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  8. I love this, Rommy, especially that last stanza:
    'everything deaf
    to sylvan movement
    into a snarfdiffanous powder
    that settles into
    indifferent drifts.'
    So seasonal!

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  9. You played with words,
    and coined them all
    in a genius poem,
    all like a masterstroke!

    www.numerounity.com

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  10. I want to listen to the ferns unfurling too... wonderful lala here.. Thank you for the excellent words to play with

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    1. I'm looking forward to the spring when I can walk in my local nature center and see them as they unroll.

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  11. Good one, Rommy. You really got into the spirit of this prompt.

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    1. LOL, I think I many have pushed the spirit to its limit

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  12. You made those words work really well.

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    1. Thanks Sherry. I made them up very randomly, without having a feel for what they might mean until I sat down to write.

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  13. You caught me in a web of awesome from Verse one. Luv this

    Much love...

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  14. I wonder what the hymn of unrolling sounds like...This is a wonderful piece!

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    1. I think it may vary from singer to singer. One might sing it as a celebration of spring while another may sing it like a battle song of defiance against the cold.

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  15. Lovely evocative and seasonal playfulness, Rommy - delightful to read - will be back for more in the new year... With Best Wishes Scott

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  16. You continue to blow my mind... I was even stupid enough to look up some words. Even though, I knew who you are :)
    Seriously I think that style is fresh and you make it creatively understood, meaning your theme and how YOU put it together.
    ZQ

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  17. This is a rare flower of a poem. You've given me three words to look up.

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    1. Well, those were nonsense really. I was trying to construct a poem around three made up words and see what I came up with. The results were a little sideways from my original intention, but when it was done, I decided I liked it enough to share.

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  18. Nonsense is good for minds bents on stretching our language from reading and hearing to feeling and of course laughing.

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    1. It was a good experiment for me to undertake with my writing.

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  19. I loved the fern image so much. Wonder what they are whispering to the wind

    Happy holiday

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    1. I imagine some lovely things, if we had the ability to listen.

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  20. This is very unique! This poem really speaks to me.

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  21. I like the nonsense and the music here.

    Elizabeth

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  22. I am sitting here wondering what the ferns would have to say, I want to hear their whispers.

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    1. I imagine they'd be very interesting if we all slowed down and quieted ourselves enough to listen.

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  23. Beautifully fantasised! But the words I love best of all are 'indifferent drifts'.

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    1. There's a lot of weight in those indifferent drifts.

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  24. "everything deaf / to sylvan movement..." i find a tinge of sadness here...

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  25. the whispers
    of ferns as they unroll... absolutely want to hear them now!!

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    1. Woo-hoo! I think we have the beginnings of a fern appreciation club. :)

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  26. Happy Holidays to you as well! I'm looking forward to the seasons shifting so I can see the ferns again.

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  27. I love those magical words -snarfdiffanous powder my favourite - maybe it would go well with a cup of tea

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