In Mimetic Sympathy with the Dark Core of the Galaxy
by Gary Hardaway
Whatever structure or cluster in the brain
responsible for joy collapses. Its gravity
tugs at the eyes and muscles of the smile,
It renders the inner ears inoperative-
Music that once reverberated inside
the brain-hut concert hall squeaks
then dies, silent. Stars and planets
make no sound as they fall.
The event horizon grows.
Music that once reverberated inside
the brain-hut concert hall squeaks
Those lines are very sticky... Yes. *
Great poem!
Love it all, but especially love structure and cluster used together. In fact, the whole first stanza. *
I felt this one all the way. Still do. *
Nice one, Gary. Love the close.*
I'm a closet science geek, a sucker for a little artful science. Nice.
Yeah, nice lineation. Not sure I understand your poem's full implications, but that's not unusual for me. *
Very stark and real, Gary. Great phrasings throughout. *
It sounds like my reaction upon walking into a club and realizing I'm way too old to be in here! Seriously though, great poem. You're keeping the bar high.
I saved this for a quiet moment, rare in my house. This is so perfectly wrought. "Stars and planets
make no sound as they fall."*
Thanks to all who read and remarked this. I am grateful though very tardy.