He whispers morning-lullabies, sluggishly,
and finds that everything looks different in the daylight.
He hasn't discovered obscurity yet -
there's nothing new about how he lives,
how he thinks and breathes,
how he doesn't love.
He hasn't loved since those fateful days
of sweets and serenades.
There were bounties of difference, once,
of independence, of sticking out,
and then he felt
that he simply got old.
There's a day, somewhere,
lost in the calendars and the calories,
that's marked with a crucifix.
It's marked with the memory of losing everything,
scrawled with a red biro
and reminding him of permanence, of absence.
He doesn't think that anything is true anymore,
or perhaps it's just wistful,
perhaps it's just a murmured welcome.
He knows that no voice will ever sound so sweet
as the one he used to kiss away, silencing,
though he wonders if the silence is not sweeter.
There isn't any ghost in the house,
no haunting faces or squarking boards.
The Catholic boy, lost, cannot be found here,
dressed in his black and his beauty,
his sexuality described for centuries.
Vicious, he thinks, it's vicious.
Loss and love and loathing,
and selves lost among the calendars,
and the many, many
calories.
Author notes
I read "A Porcupine Named Fluffy" today and it bought back memories of last summer.
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It is everything you could say
The portrait that you painted of slowly losing and reaching a place where we simply surrender is brilliant whether about theology, faith, or day to day life is executed far beyond your years. You have a knack, obviously for seeing deep into the human spirit. He simply got old is the story of my world and my spirit. Using calendars as marks to point is also above the norm. There's nothing new is a picture of aging in this sojourn we call life that is almost inevitable no matter our failing or success. There isn't any ghost in the house and referring to his upbringing almost boils over. So true, so true. So powerful you write, so much you expose. I was curious that you clicked on "Another Load" but didn't respond. It was ok to burn my points and not give a review? I have never clicked on a featured piece and did not respond. I know they burned points and they can at least hear the outcome. I am a big boy and can take the tearing down line by line of my write. RC
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Thanks very much for the comment.
I'm sorry, too, but I don't react to guilt trips.
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hmmmm. I am not sure if I understand this piece but I really do like it.
I enjoyed the read...
Lea
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Thank you! xx
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...Good gods. How do you write this amazing stuff? It's so deep, and so meaningful, and somehow captures that one second-long moment in time in someone's life when they just stop and come to their life-changing epiphany.
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Thank you so much for that lovely comment.
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Brilliant, as always. I don't know what this is about (as is usually the case) but your style is wistful and moving, and I just love that about you.
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Thanks so much, you're too kind.
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