NEVER LAND. by Mick Rose

Fiction is my passion

I rarely write in verse

But one dark night

I felt compelled

in this medium to converse

Took great strength

to coax these words

so they would dance

upon their stage

But now they look

so lonely ...

as they lie there

on

the

page ...

NEVER LAND

Never say Never –

so You say ….

But in response

I answer “Nay” …

For in all the days

that I’ve known You …

I have Never

Ever

been able to …

Banish the sound

of your voice

which rings

between my ears …

Like a song

heard on the radio –

that hasn’t aired in years …

Notes spring from depths

unconscious …

and with Volition

all their Own

play on and on –

and

on and on

and on

and on

and ON ….

While never, Dear, in any

of these many

days long-spent …

did I taste the Lips

that Taunt me –

though Strong

I hold their scent.

Like seasoned fruit

upon the vine –

with sweet Siren’s song

they call me ….

But always hanging –

out

of

reach –

so hopeless-

ly

beyond me    …    …    …

Never –

ever –

has your Head –

lay soft upon my pillow …

as I held you close

and watched you sleep …

till sweet night became the morrow.

Nor Never have WE

both stepped the Depths

              that only

                Lovers can Descend –

Or climbed the Heights – to which they soar – and above the clouds Ascend ...

Never could I

constrain my heart –

        from leaping –

in your sight

Nor catch IT … still …

NOW watch IT fall –

so

qui-

ck-

ly

in its plight.

Never Dear

have I erased …

The Sacred Moments

that we’ve shared –

Nor-loosed-from-me

the-fettered-pain –

of Moments

never dared ….

I tell

“my-self”

that I AM strong …

when in Truth,

I know I’m weak …

And wonder –

    Why?

These words

I write …

and of these heart-aches

I do speak.

For I con-

demned these thoughts

to DARKNESS.

But still …

they seek the Light …

And like a specter

they do haunt me –

especial-

eeeeeeeeeee

at Night ….

Because

at home

“your chair”

sits empty ….

It’s where

I hang my coat.

While the TIME

when last

you sat there

seems close – yet so remote ….

So DO NOT

   speak

to me of hope –

like some

elusive dream …

for Reality

clings Harsh to me

and with these cruelties

I must cope.

In all my Days

upon this Earth

I’ll never meet

another You.

By Chance you came …

but Fate stays cool –

for the Choice

remains with You.

Some “Wise Men” say

that given Time

that Time will heal

all wounds ….

Should Time prove wrong …

in time

I’ll say –

In-all-my-fucked-up-days – NO NEVER

A hack musician and photographer, Mick Rose pens fiction and haiku while wandering the United States in a quest for the perfect pizza. His work has sullied the pages of kind but crazy online mags like compelling HST. And also Under The Bleachers—more fondly known as The Frat. This fucking poem “Never Land” was penned in 2002 … and helped to banish some demons.

Meanwhile, Mick’s 5,000 word suspense story, “The Friend Request” in The Anthology of Human Thought will lustily hit the marketplace sometime this December. And his haiku should soon appear in the poetry collection Yearnings.

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