"From the racks to the stacks to the best on wax......"
It is a rare thing indeed when words fail me.. but I'm fairly gob-smacked by this piece. You remain silent for weeks then fling this bombshell among your fan base (who had given you up for lost). You certainly have achieved the grandiose style in your narrative, the sense of elevation in tone, but the content.... Just remarkable from first stanza to last, the build to climax is unrelenting (as it should be).Thank you for coming out to play today.
I agree with Kerry. You are silent among your fans and then come here with a piece that blows us away. It is a definitely a rhapsody...one that makes me a bit flushed. :) Great as always!!
I'm staying home with the rest of the trailing men... superb write.
This is just a compelling read, Corey--and plenty of ecstasy with no gush. Each section has its own force, yet each echoes back some portion of the same sentiment, the same emotion, making for that building of expression which I associate with a rhapsody--something knowing its bonds and then breaking them. Really loved some of the lines--'Sadder about the sex then the song or the gold...' and 'rose-colored wall of ecstasy...' in particular. Great to see you writing this hard and strong, and making me look like I think A Minor is someone under the legal drinking age. ;_)That is a desperate chord--always reminds me of Neil Young.
Hard and strong indeed...wow...you really gave this one with some gusto and I have to say the no holding back in your last stanza of the wives...I love that and the description of the "wedding" bed!! Awesome writing!
Works for me. Can the giant rise one more time? lol
Color me weak in the knees (code for high praise.)
This is so amazingly perfect.... surreal mixed with a dash of structure. The images really do flit to and fro as one reads, fade as the next one is read - Again, another poem written for this prompt that makes me realize I failed miserably at the "rhapsody". :) Nice to see you here again :)
Love the tempo and mood, and that exalted last verse, wow ~ I want to dive into this kind of music specially during weekends ~Nice to read you again Corey ~ Have a lovely weekend ~Grace
jesus, corey. i think i just put down my pen.
Hey Corey, here's my truth: I opened this thinking Hurray a song from Corey, but in the first stanza I felt disappointed because it isn't a song--so I read on, and to my astonishment I felt in an ex-rated literature, Oscar Wilde and his crew--not cheap porn--and THEN, as I tread each image to where you had your narrator take me--I realized he was mourning the loss of women's "innocent pleasure" that gave husbands and lovers such extended pleasure! Crack me up! I "knew" it worked in reverse. Hot. Whew.
Wowza! "Gobsmacked" is absolutely right!!! This was fabulous. You had me believing and wanting to stand up and sing myself!
this one made me chuckle!!! have a nice Mondaymuch love...
Ah.. of course I resonate a lot with the last stanza.. a fallen giant indeed.. and finally the minions are allowed to play though the ladies might look a little distant.. at least there is the blissful pretense we can believe is for real.. great choice of names and the description of lust is beyond hot.
It's a pretty damn impressive mixture of the valedictory and heroic with the whimsical; that, sir, is no mean feat.
Epically awesome. I've been known to see in story, and your poems send my mind's eyes to heart of a novel. I want to meet this people, get lost in the sensuality of their lives, share it...Love the mood!
Thanks for the reminder that every stairway to heaven starts with A minor and flies off the last step at F major 7. And that the mojo's still there.