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Frequency

The L passes that row
of depthless windows,
be-lop, be-lop, be-lop

Farther out
the Lake has no ears
She rises up with a hundred-
thousand cold, hard breasts,
slapping against the night’s
dull air.

On Chin Do Island
bats sleeping in the dead
Acacia trees hear the buzz
of a million mosquitoes;
As one great beast
they rise to the falling day
and feed on their souls.

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

Posted for Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge Day 2

“… the dark folk who live in souls

Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats

Hey Everyone!  November Casting Bricks Challenge opens tomorrow!  See you there 🙂  ~ Jilly

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A wild soul writing poetry.

29 thoughts on “Frequency

  1. This poem waves at me! You have a theme silently running through this that is brilliantly strung through the stanzas. It’s not always what is heard, is it? But what is experienced at a deeper level.

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    1. True. The “L” in Chicago has a rhythm about it as it passes and Lake Michigan in November shares that pattern in a strange way. Neither of those, nor the bats, are exactly good listeners – but they all vibrate just the same. Thanks for your insight, Charley. Always appreciated.

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  2. What’s the ‘L’? I love your lake rising up with a hundred thousand cold breasts slapping against the air. I think Yeats would have liked that. Reminds me of ‘lake water lapping with low sounds against the shore’.

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    1. The L is the train in Chicago. Short for Elevated; it is not a subway, like NY, nor is it at ground level. It has its own strange sound. Chicago sits on the shore of Lake Michigan, so they are rather entangled.

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    1. Thanks, Sarah! If ‘filmic’ is not a word, it is now 🙂 I think that is how it felt in the writing – like I was the eye of the camera seeing the scene, a close-up in his face and then pulling back. Glad to have your insight, my friend.

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  3. Takes me back to riding the L in my youth… it does have its own rhythm. I love how you play with audio vibrations and how they intersect poetically.

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