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Lunch
Oh how divine it must be, sitting alone in serenity
atop a shimmering piano shawl,
ebony stones carved,
body of my want,
floating above myself,
evoking yet more powers unspoken,
between breaths long gone cold.
Sprawling ragged figures,
gravity bound too heavily to where only engines bleed.
I felt those first threads of mold against my golden memories.
Recollection spurred by massive quiet,
littered in stranger’s footfalls,
blends of intricacy upon impermeable slate,
overgrown yard of trash and bricks
smote confessions between smothered invocations,
ghostly sights among aspen slats,
smell of cigarette smoke that reminds me of her
I hear that crashing waterfall and I eat my goddamned sandwich in peace.
Except for the expletive in
Except for the expletive in the final line, this is a magnificently evocative poem. And that fourth line, the phrase "body of my want," is one of the finest I have ever read here, or elsewhere (and I have been reading Poetry for half a century as of this past April).
Starward
Thank you. You're always very
Thank you. You're always very kind about my work
Im particularly foul mouthed in average speech and wanted to add a drop of my naturally visceral nature in since none of my other work contains that, usually.
You'll see it now and then as I'm starting to let loose the rest of my drafts. Sometimes it's necessary because I feel strongly about many subjects and it requires expletive emphasis.
I also wanted it to feel a little silly since I'm normally quite serious in my writing but I'm jovial in person.
Thanks for understanding!
And thank you for that
And thank you for that explanatory reply. I look forward to reading more of your Poetry..
Starward