impossible to condone
is my hearts silence
but then
it should know me by now
i am the impatient, demonstrably
exasperated type.
on such nights i am found
stalking elusive indigo
shadows
in velvet yearning for
the perfect compliment
to fuzzy nostalgic
jaaazzz,
(and i find it
conspicuous,
perhaps such deities
simply do not exist...but
they seem to
in you
in you
your stranger's face
and over-familiar
accusations).
why condemn such a silence
why battle a solace,
uphold this top-heavy weight
of turtle shell sinking
in the sands
of reality's flaring edge.
(and i find it
conspicuous,
perhaps such deities
simply do not exist... but
they seem to
in you
in your stranger's face
and over-familiar
accusations).
i am
waiting around
for an apocalypse
in despair of miracles
i am
turning my feeling face
to the palpable meniscus of light,
light spilling into my winter,
light of dawn...
i've walked so far!
i am
falling for ghosts
vowing not to drown
in my inner life and
chasing the howling moons
finding myself at your gate
afraid to cross the dark threshold.
Always
you are just around the corner
you are down at the cafe
i know i just have to meet you there
one of these
decades
someday
and then we'll play
the perfect duet,
we'll play, hey,
and laugh and sing all day!
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Comments
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Twice we see the refrain that what the poet is seeking may not exist, but in the end we see the exuberant expectation of serendipity in life, love and music. We see this building in the verses following the second refrain, in which the poet refers to the relationship between the present state and destiny as a meniscus, the visible evidence of dynamic tension between what is and what shall be in the eventuality of time and changes in the pressure of circumstance.
Meniscus: a multifaceted word with a wealth of implications for this poem. Very nice.
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GOOD
This is a strong piece, asks many questions, and the last line, is a killer for me, excellent. It is a fairly emotional piece lamenting the ways of man There was no error. No typos. Nothing to change. Check out one of mines, I looking forward to your next write
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