I picked up a highlighterof which I have dozens
in every room
and I looked upon it
as an instrument
from the past
That's when I knew
life was slipping
away
When the will to have
a future
holds no taste
and the sleep
of the dead
seems as brothers
reunited
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Unfinished tripe. I'm putting it here:
I look for you
lost as a puppy
abandoned
on the interstate
my tail still wags
I still hold hope
sniffing the ground
as cars fly past
no one stops
the suns slips away
and where there was warmth
a blanket of cold descends
__________
When I was young
I didn't much care
for the taste of beer
As I get older
the taste of a cold beer
gets better and better
as my memory
of childhood dreams
grow fainter and fainter
__________
Remember
re
mem
ber
Re-mem-ber
I feel dismembered
when all I want
to do
is forget
and the wheels inside
have a different
agenda
and I remember
we don't
have
two lives
to live
Firstly, fascinating image, I took but a moment to look at it, to conclude that I need to keep it for later (Trebuchet) and spend some time with it.
This poem is a difficult one to comment upon for it evokes a wish to answer something that was not asked. So in an attempt to generalize a little, in regards to content, I imagine much like grief over the loss of a loved one, there are stages here also and this to me sounds like the final stages, sadness and regret brimming and all those other thoughts and feelings that need not be cited for they are read within, the most difficult of them all, but also the one that dips so far that natural forces, gravity, necessity, life, heart, strength, will, desire, need, wish, will gain momentum and energy. These are words, and probably not so welcome, but you and I both have seen the bed enough times to know that there are only two ways to go, embedded which though can seem so unbelievably tempting would mean first disassociating from innate and developed traits, or phoenixing out of there. In short, though right now there may be no fluorescent orange, this poem is encouraging, it makes me excited for you, for whatever comes your way, now or in the future, you shine bright and true and eternal, you are blessed and though you may not see it, you are one of those rare souls that the rest of us are able to see can do nothing but keep on shining, shining the future bright come what may. Oops, as always happens when I read one of your poems, my fingers just keep typing. A most excellent poem, expressive, precise and very compelling, clean and clear, intense and poignant, very vocal (impassioned) but so...unaffected at the same time, wrong word, casual is too, relaxed also, sometimes simple is the only word that works. Stirring, another slice of literary heaven from a limitless source.
Thank you. :-)
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