Depressions Half-Life
Where regrets ice over,
The disemboweled freedom rings:
Strolling down defunct bridges,
Unseeing by the dismembered dolls, and orphaned house shoes,
Sycophantic candy wrappers boomeranging,
Piano notes tumbling by on dusty wings.
The air current adds a gauzy, cheap thrill.
Detoured and lost again, casting off the surplus as you go;
The rattle and clatter of the dirt raising roads,
Trying to remember what to disown and
What to abandon in the wake of leaves,
And random shimmers from old butterfly trails.
The forgotten hopes pooled, where you once spent a day
In decisive despair, and decrepitude.
The vacant future come tumbling;
Not so much unexpected, as unwelcome
The loose ends dragging
Bird song remnants, cottonwood pollen,
Unspoken dearness, and unintended consequences.
The key glitters its way to the shallow bottom of the river
I watch it going down, with a half smile-
I stopped marking time ages ago, in my half-life.
Why so sad? Sadness, and despair expressed masterfully, you are hiding the cause and only describe the effect, once you define the cause, you might be able to fight it?
Hypnotic
A true pleasure to read your stuff again. I look forward to more.
Yes a collage of these phraseages would be a feast for the eyes yet they hold together thematically by the marking of time. Do you know how good this stuff is?
There is something Dali-like about this one with its discordant and paradoxical images that twist and turn. You describing a state of mind that is as confusing as it is poetic and the images you chose are evocative and original. 'Disemboweled freedom', 'sycophantic candy wrappers boomeranging' and Random shimmers from old butterfly trails' are particularly arresting. A masterful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
i agree last two lines make this good poem
Imaginative writing - - so impressively poetic. Really relate to the end two lines. First rate verse.
i feel electric after reading this. epic.