Flint to Flint

Flint to Flint
by ramintork
01-Apr-2009
 

Sunday.

I took a flint and bounced it across the water,

It flew off my palm,

and left me with some moist clay.

It bounced across the surface,

went far, and sank silent.

Sharp on the edges,

It went where it wanted to,

And where the wind,

luck or my dexterity would take it.

Monday.

I am on a train.

Heading towards London.

In between two worlds,

my head bouncing against the Window.

The train reaches Kings Cross station,

I zigzag the crowd,

a sea of rushing suites,

and in my empty seat,

a half read newspaper,

is left by me for someone,

so that they would know or not know,

care or not care,

that here in this seat,

a head bounced against the Window,

eyes had shut and opened for a journey,

fingers flung the pages,

on once someone’s paper,

but now left for their palm.

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Abarmard

Very nice

by Abarmard on

full of sensations and a bit like a black and white, art movie. Very interesting. Thanks


ramintork

Thanks Afshin

by ramintork on

I usualy use different mediums to convey the poetry of the everyday. This was the first with a poem.


ramintork

Question

by ramintork on

It would make sense to move and we will move but sometimes you have to wait.

Perhaps the tale of why I do what I do would be another poem, but this time it would need to be inspired by an epic rather than Haiku. LOL!


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Ramin

by Question (not verified) on

With that much on the road, doesn't it make sense to move? I mean nine years, four hours a day? Makes no sense to waste all that time going from point A to point B.


ramintork

Thanks Ari

by ramintork on

The encouragement I get from people like you and Azadeh is what keeps me going.

I have been commuting from Cambridge to London for almost nine years and I spend 4 hours a day travelling. Initially it used to drive me mad then I developed a zen attitude towards the whole thing and started photographing and writing, reading and sometimes drawing sketches of the land escapes and fellow commuters.

So I thought the haiku style was very appropriate for this particular situation as when I changed my atitude I found that every day and moment has its own uniqueness.

 


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Your Poem

by افشین بابازاده (not verified) on

رامین جان نباید خودت را دست کم بگیری شعر خوب همین است با این عوال و اشیا زندگی روزمره به قول مایاکفسکی بیان شعر باید به بالاترین درجه رسا و صریح باشد یکی از مهمترین وسایل تبیین تصویر است (ایماژ) . و این شعر مملو از تصویر است که خواننده را با خود به همان فضایی می برد که خودت در حین ساختن شعرت تجربه می کردی و ما هم آن را نه با دقت تو بلکه با دقتهای خومان تجربه می کنیم. نیما از تکرار بیزار بود و این شعر هم با تجربه ای تازه ساخته شده

درود بر تو


Ari Siletz

ramintork

by Ari Siletz on

Beautiful! A common sight now has deep meaning. Very haiku in spirit and impact. Thank you.

ramintork

Thank you Azadeh

by ramintork on

You are as always very kind and generous.


Azadeh Azad

Dear Ramin

by Azadeh Azad on

I simply *loved* your poem. And I think this title is much better than the one on your blog.

Cheers,

Azadeh


ramintork

Dear Amit

by ramintork on

I think you have been a victim of my experimental poetry!

The structure I used here is that of Japanese Haiku 3 lines (although I have not always stayed with the structure).

With Haiku you paint a picture with words (It is a form of impressionism), and I’ve combined that with Khayam’s nihilism. 

Haiku captures a moment of life in this case comparing the bouncing of head against the Window or zigzagging through the crowds. The flint dances between the two worlds of air and water or in commuter’s case the world of dreams and awakening until it reaches a sunken destination leaving a paper just as the flint only left some most clay.

Here is an example of Haiku by someone else:

 

Late showers falling.

Tiny blossoms open and

greet the new warm sun. 

I do find that with our traditional culture people tend to feel like a Bull in a china shop whenever they are taken out of their comfort zone.

However without taking risk or experiments no progress is ever made and people produce craft rather than Art so I hope I can convince you to be more experimental.

Feel free to use any combination of words to make poetry and please do get the entire world to write poetry that way the world will become a beter place.

 

Finally I can only wish you a happy Seezdeh Bedar and a merry April fools day.


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Is this a poem?

by Amit (not verified) on

Any combination of words can't be constituted as poem, otherwise the entire population of earth are poets. If this is the standard, I can say many poems a day easily.