We never did too much talking anyway.
You understood Now's power.
I used it myself but didn't understand
well enough to put it into words.
I watched for clues from outside,
watched people cast shadows for themselves.
Gloom and doom consumed them.
And I thought that was right.
I watched them and did not watch myself.
I hurried the mind of you instead of watching where it was.
I saw it only in your breath, when you slept beside me.
And when you woke I was silent, tranquil,
felt almost vacant at the consuming comfort.
I pushed.
There was nothing there.
I trembled.
And that's why there is no small talk now,
just music,
foggy memory pierced with drops of crystal precision,
and the pull of our Being.
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ryc- No really - I want to eat all 18 burgers and shred up my arteries and everything LOL. I'm just revenous right now fantasizing about food at the office heheh. I ate my sandwich that I packed last night for breakfast instead of lunch like I planned. I was just too hungry after the workout this morning. I'm going to have to wait till my brain is more clear before I can make an intelligent comment about your poem. I'm kind of in "duh" "starving" mode right now lol.
RYC: I never knew you hated the Broncos so bad, though I guess that comes with Cleveland fanhood. I felt bad for the Raiders kicker, Sebastian Janikowski. My last two fantasy FB teams had him on there. You have to love a place kicker who gets into trouble with the law.
As for the recent entry, well, poetry is my wife's department. You've seen my versions of poetry, it's not pretty.
Cela est si bien dit !
Amitié
Michel
Lovely!