Free verse № 110590
Inquietude
The pitch blue still of night,
dreary sameness of subtle subtraction,
the pale residue of removal
narrows me to less than alone,
pulls me beneath the ruin of was,
and drops me upon the broken promise of forever,
in a restless drunken dream
of us together in winter - when we were younger,
walking slowly against an unthawed wind,
hardly a shiver,
two clinging hands - guiltless and whole.
And I awaken to the dim hum
of my room's quiet seclusion,
and wonder where she sleeps tonight,
wonder why our eager joining went so wrong -
wonder if her delicate redolence was ever given for free?
And if you've looked into the aching eyes of spent beauty,
You've seen the sorrow I love,
And if you've touched the bright side of demise,
you've touched my troubled lover's bareness.
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To me the center of the poem is:
"And I awaken to the dim hum
of my room's quiet seclusion,
And wonder where she sleeps tonight,
Wonder why our eager joining went so wrong,
Wonder if her delicate sweetness was ever given for free?"
It's never free, but it can sometimes be reasonable. -9-
narrowed to less than alone,
pulled beneath the ruin of was,
dropped upon the broken promise of forever -
a restless drunken dream
hardly a shiver,
two clinging hands - guiltless and whole.
That's what stuck with me.. the rest was good too, but everyone is particular in some retarded aspect.. ah well, enough rambling: Blessed with eight.
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oh fuck
what's the point
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