- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Morrowing, Still
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I feel tonight like my mother probably felt
In her own sleepless hours
With nothing to chew on but time –
The heart beating endlessly in the void.
We night owls stick together, even beyond
Death’s veils, giving birth to each other,
Touching through time,
Where the great mysteries unsolved fly.
And I can hear my mother chewing ennui
To the bone in the late kitchens of doubt,
Where sleep is a lost ideal
And the world has forgotten itself.
Tonight, I am chewing entropy to the quick:
Sunflower seed symphony,
Ginger cookie overdose,
And satiety snaps her fingers
As I do the witching hour waltz
With the sneering wolf at the door.
Bright deserts asleep
Cry for truth but drown in lies
Where they might drown in beauty (but those stars died).
The empty-hearted wait at the tyrant-light…
Is this really my life?
The aging eye wanders into dark seas of pride –
The young man lingers in a scherzo of autonomic
Certitude & shared horrors dine
Where the menu is as unlikely a collage as
The millionth monkey’s newest lines!
The bowsprits ache for new swells,
Then curse them, habituated by seamen
Of fantastic frills and abandon,
Who gave their wings to the sea.
Where bright deviance strives
In the brutal heart of night
To re-trace love, but one returns
To the primal urge that conceived our life.
The bougainvillea have died, along with right sense,
Joined in the graveyard of ancient symphonies
With heroes spun in spectral magic,
But this bright deviance bids
Sere galactors call the song,
As the noble crotch of earth
Flash-freezes promised love.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneabout 11 years agothis poem is mentioned in a thread "easy way to tell" the thread is about how a newb can tell if a poem is good by the comments if they are in depth and with specifics. I am impressed by the comments left here.
greenmountaineerabout 11 years agoWhen 1201 posts, I think a lot about what he writes because he knows his stuff. That said, I don't agree with his comment about "overreach." In fact, I think the confusion of the poem says a lot about the narrator who's groping for meaning. "A million monkeys" is a great metaphor for a guy who's always been smarter than the average bear, so to speak, (I imagined he's something like a mathematics professor after I Wikipedia-ed "a million monkeys"), and is trying to make some sense of things based on his intellect and experience, but just keeps coming up short which is keeping him awake at night. If I'm going in the right direction, I stand corrected with my earlier comment about redundancy because going around circles would be the point. If, on the other hand, there's some coherent statement among the many complex images in the poem that's escaping me, it would be overreach in my opinion because I believe a poet, no matter how adept he is with the nuances of language, has to connect with the reader at some meaningful level. Given my assumptions, this poem did that for me and remains a favorite.
twelveooneabout 11 years agoand you want to share it?
poetically? Nice sonic patterns spread throughout, but smacks heavily of overreach and under-thought as to what is supposed to say and to whom. i.e.
Where the menu is as unlikely a collage as
The millionth monkey’s newest lines!
! (?)
But WTF do I know?
5ed
Tzaraabout 11 years agoand you've clearly thought about every line. I can't follow it all, but that might just be me.
This is so way better than the usual thing here there is nothing else I can say other than, as Angie said, Wow!
Come talk in the forum, please.
