Eternity, the line between
sky and sea,
waves gripping the air
a fog bank tortured by light
To know that somewhere
the wind blows for you
as it does for me
I must remember this
With emotions hammered
to pulp
a need to be happy trails
a lack of discontent
The mistakes we’d made
were nothing but
shameful habits
of bitter words
You were who you were
that first night
already
frustrated, irritated, angry
Still, we danced to Romeo Void
eyes locked
in the din of a club, singing:
I might like you better if we slept together
the blissful flavor of our kisses
only because
we couldn’t find the breath
to say No
Eternity is a strange fracture
always breaking
before one reaches the line
the mood variations, another farewell
Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)
and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain,
Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and
Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge.
www.dahlusion.wordpress.com
and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain,
Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and
Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge.
www.dahlusion.wordpress.com
This dramatic moment of saving grace, reaching out with emotions hardly in check is sweetly sad, vulnerable and most forgiving. What we choose to hold onto can be devastating as well as what we feel the solution might be.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Unknown, for this fine take on this poem.
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