- Non-Erotic Poetry
- prelude to archeology
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molecules of whatever I once was
have gone to ground or evaporated
I am another I that I am now
not no longer that particular
particle of a fractured reflection
I had a memory that brought me here
as a child found an abandoned stairway
inexplicable and unlikely on a forest hillside
going nowhere and up somewhere
even then in uneven overgrown underbrush
a moss covered mystery to an unknown past
once was a way seen now in hindsight
so too am I a shadow I once dreamed
stretched before me looking up from the future
only in my own archeology are found objects buried
bits of bone or bottles left behind wherever I went
obscure writings themselves obscured with age
my piety and wit by time's fell hand erased
an unopened inbox, five drives ago, lost log in information
abandoned fantasies, conversations in elipsis
discovered by tricky detective type guess work
the way we piece together skeletons of ancient man
only to ultimately hang our own modern face upon them
nothing of me that doth fade
but beamish bones of coral made
suffering a hungry sea of change
frayed thread worn, seaming strange
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineerabout 7 years agoI just realized you were once a frequent poetry contributor on Literotica. I'm looking forward more of your stuff.
greenmountaineerabout 7 years agoI keep coming back to this, lobo, which is intended as a compliment. I find the poem haunting and rich its imagery. I'm warming up to the artifact of computers. As a babyboomer, I probably would have chosen another representation of modern times, although I'm guessing it would appeal to millenials.
I had a some trouble with the double negative in L5., and structurally I'm not sure why 3 of the lines were stand alone, so it detracted my attention briefly and interrupted the flow.
"fell hand" was a delight. It rubbed me the wrong the wrong way at first because I didn't understand its use. I do now. I don't mind disruptions to a poem as long as they result in an "aha."
Maybe I'm misunderstanding the last stanza, but it seemed superfluous to me. It felt like an epigraph of another poet without attribution. If it wasn't, the archaic language felt didn't fit, given the preceding stanza, which I think would have been sufficient to end the poem.
I hope you post more of your work here. I enjoyed reading this
