poetry, voices

September 24, 2008 at 9:44 pm Leave a comment

<!– @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>

the mourner

here, in the moment

you’d thought to think timeless, time

has never been more present.

your mind has become

indifferent, as your body struggles, lost in the thing

called love.

later you discover

you desire her most when she won’t

be touched, unable to want

that offered. only the

untouched, the unknown and mysterious. and when she

is gone

she is most truly

your loved one, hugged close like

a nearly unbearable burden

of selfhood. your chains

made your meanings, you cannot (ever)

let them go.



…In the context particularly of recent events (and most particularly political), this seemed quite fitting.  It’s odd that we have so many professions and people who prate of truth and do everything in their power to avoid it.  It’s also blasted amazing how much alliteration I’m doing.  No more!

Entry filed under: poetry. Tags: , .

“Stand by your man…” About Illegitimate Babies

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed

%d bloggers like this: