Cherry Blossom Asemic Poem #3 - from Dark wall

[Marie Wintzer]

I've had this piece by DW for several months now but it got lost in the middle of a jar of seasonal pickles. I think it is time to bring it back to daylight because it is quite a remarkable piece.
This was an early Cherry Blossom Asemic, and the only one of the series that I actually received. I am very fond of the colors, the delicate beauty of the asemic writing, the fine details in it.
To me it is a bit like sneaking into one of DW's dreams while he is asleep. Just like a dream, the poem appears to have no clear beginning, nor does it have an end. Borders are blurry. No framing. It contains fragments of clear images, soaked in a sea of uncertain happenings.

 

Is DW lying in hospital? The test results seem to be inconclusive, if not slightly worrying. And are those the computers from Central Command? A familiar peacock is making its way through the dream, leaving a trail of prophecy behind him (it). What he told DW, we will never know. Something about feet, surely.

 

 

The poem is clearly divided in two parts separated by a blank. Dreaming - waking up - falling asleep again. The latter half seems to be more peaceful. I can see how it is a continuation of the first part, but he writing is less tormented, more constructed and organized . Regular pattern, regular breathing now... All is well?
OK, time to get out of DW's mind before he wakes up. Tomorrow morning will be like we have never been there...

 

 

[Marie Wintzer]

polka spots ;-)) DK you make me laugh! The troll self deleted, he knows he is banned from speaking french in this house.

Nancy, thank you! So nice of you to say so. I think it's very beautiful too.

[Nancy Bell Scott]

Not knowing a thing about Dark wall, I just want to say this piece is amazing and will require days of study for me, although Marie gave a remarkably perceptive and articulate interpretation.  It's a beautiful piece.

[De Villo Sloan]

steve?

[DKeys]

okay, I got the "Queen of trash does not understand" part and you speaking French is my cue to leave:)

[DKeys]

all I see is polka spots

[De Villo Sloan]

Wow, the first attempt I've ever seen to read an asemic poem. The little pip will be pleased beyond measure. The prominent image is the peacock. I do not believe he ever got past his "Vision of the Peacock's Feet" - in dreams or awake, nor could it be forgotten.