The sense of time erodes our fascination
with our bodies, sooner or later,
didn't it?
Was it yesterday, that lightning bug in a bell jar,
glowing now? Not now.
Did we play Shakespeare well in the parts
so designated, did we choose one over the other,
hate ourselves and each other because we missed
our cues?
Life you are a dim-witted fool;
you, so written in your doggerel verse.
You abscond with sentiment seeping through
the spite you must spit out. You thief of passion.
Do not send
the misfortune of an afterlife.
Do not bleed me until I ask for more.
Comments
under the eyelid
Sunday morning in a water drop
rolling off tongue and sky. Salt
is not sweet but there are images
burned into the retina that can not
be seen.
Leopard spots frolic with the gazelle
until hunger catches up. You're a piece
of meat to me and I've gone vegan, my
Love.
Your skin hangs in my closet and I'll never
wear you again. There should be another
end to this poem.
~A
Love the work of this poem and then the Afterlife..
Of your comment..Like liner notes or storyboards with the
artistic thoughts....Its like jazz musicians going solo with
the beauty of their craft seductive and powerful
Your words sway me with their beat
the visual scenery charged and vaulting
I listened today actually too to a drummer doing riffs
on his Blue speckle Pearl set with Sabbian cymbals
Not only poetry is beautiful
but the musician and their minds
and Poets and their poetic nuances
following like cheater ending cribs
I soak this up Kaila!
Thank You
dear Anna, I really find it offputting
when you give your own comment before others do. Esker does it all the time.
please let us read our own reading first.
I will not not bleed until you make me do so.
My commentary is just another
My commentary is just another poem I had written that day. Lately I've been writing several poems and since I don't post every day @ Neopoet, and since there's a theme
running through the *poems of the day*, as it were, I just add one via commentary.
By the looks of things, few people read them whether or not they're on stream or added
via commentary. I just write poems. Can't help it.
Folks can decide for themselves if they're of any *skillful means*. Bleeding may or may not be an option. ;-)
~A
p.s. Thank you Esker, I appreciate you, your work, and your appreciation. Smiles.
Hi Anna
Life Can well seem a fool or at least a trickster at times. I often feel that Lodi spends way too much time on me lol. A few things you might consider :Either erodes doesn't it or eroded didn't it....and maybe try glowing then. Not now.............stan
Hi Stan, I purposely used and
Hi Stan, I purposely used and often use different contexts of time together, it's all illusion when looking at it from "perspective". "Didn't it" and "erodes" is that seemingness. Past melding in the present.
A child's lightning bug, glowing now. Not now. Now. Not now. Off and on.
Hopefully, by now, you might know that I use poetry as an instrument.
Be well.
~A
hi
It's good that all poets aren't the same. My stumbles are accidental. In this poem at least your stumbles are used to make folks slow down and give the poem closer scrutiny. Sneeaaky lol...........stan