"Up the stairs again" — (original poem + processed photos)
(Edited)
Up the stairs again
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Up the stairs again
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I walk up the painted cosmic stairs —
— yes, those steps unsightly, up to door
mundane — those coarse and homely sketchèd steps
approximating loveliness in vain.
Majestic more by far is downèd log:
e'en gnarl of most unsightly vine.
Yet opulent is made the crass abode
by leisurely reflections cast within.
The suburbs are all mottled through with mud —
with plastic detritus and cubic crud,
and yet — those stairs above the searing street
make portal for my sore and weary feet.
by Daniel Pendergraft
— created for HIVE —
published on Feb. 7, 2022
to Blockchain Poets Community.
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Writing is fully original
and can be considered a first draft/blueprint
towards eventual completion of a piece
shared and preserved immutably on blockchain.
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Images are original smartphone photographs
taken with iPhone 8+ and processed
using Deep Dream Generator
with custom style images.
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Onward and upward, young man. Good to hear your Longing for Transcendence remains unquenched. Thanks, for this poetic reminder to continue striving and the ecstatic photographs. 🙏🏽✨
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I feel like a Hobbit returning home after a long adventure just to find his house a mess.
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I love your choice of words. Well written and greatly enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
I like your photos poem
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I really enjoyed the poem, but the third stanza was the one I felt the most connection with. The first stanza reminded me of home and the little things you don't notice till their gone. The second stanza seemed like an inner conflict: Love of home vs. love of nature with the wood being the "knot".
The third stanza by far hit it for me. I've spent a lot of time living on the outside of towns (suburbs), and the first two lines of that stanza "look like" suburbs. Always seeming so pristine but if you take the time to notice, it's just a different messy than in the city. A lot of the time there are no sidewalks and the obnoxious amount of landscaping would make Picasso puke. And the last two lines just tell me 'this is home and it's comfortable'. I enjoyed the read very much. Thank you.
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