I play in universals
Antiquated yet cruel
I move in tumbling circles
Elliptical to sphere
Harshly bitten
The pill was sweet
It only turned sour
While I was asleep
I silence the internal critics-
Anxiously awaiting their turn
I mesmerize the traffic
With repertoire and wit
From some dead language
Whose people are no longer missed
Misery mingles
Haunting taut
The index has been triggered
My voice is all I hear
I work in universals
Simple to obscene
I stole the fire
But misplaced the match
I am not like you
An obvious assumption
When dealing with extremes
The weirder one seems
The more likely they are seen
As pushing too hard
Weaving words
In spaces reserved for pause
I am not like you
Nor is that my intention
If by chance we form a connection
Then surely that bond be true
If you find my demeanor frightening
Look away, for I will not wear a mask
"As pushing too hard
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In spaces reserved for pause"... love this part best
Robin, thanks for stopping in. I agree those lines are my favorite from the second section. In the first I like The Pill was sweet, it only turned sour when I was asleep. I think those two sections really carry through their respective sections. Thanks so much again, glad you enjoyed the piece:)
ReplyDeleteHi Fred - I like the structure of this, the play and work, voice and face (demanor) and the visual of L and R aligned. It works well. I like the 'wit/ from some dead language...' and the sound of 'Haunting taut' In the second part I too like the '...words/ in spaces reserved for pauses' I like you statment that you refuse to wear a mask, while so many of us are scrambling for ours! :o) Thanks for following me, btw!
ReplyDeleteMary, thanks I appreciate your comments. Really glad you enjoyed the piece. Thanks for the feedback too, you know I had no idea what you meant in there, I thought I changed that during the writing. I typically don't proof my poetry, so apparently I never made that change as I was going through. So thanks for the heads up, much appreciated:) Your welcome and thank you again:)
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If by chance we form a connection
Then surely that bond be true"
--the strongest bond is one not based on similarity I think. The real one in those that you just understand the other without further explanation.
Enjoyed this poem. :)
Revenblack, Glad you enjoyed the piece. I agree with your sentiment, opposites do seem to strongly attract. That special connection you mention is both profound and rare, but immovable once you find it. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving the nice words, I do appreciate the response, thanks:)
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