Knowing her has been bittersweet
a constant conflict between feelings, principles and states of mind
lingering in reverie
A doubled mind reeled and trebled
as our paths approached diversity
To smile warmly,
but only warmly.
Accepting the moment's
Recognizing its momentum
To run wildly
terrified, protective and wailing.
Enraged at the fates
making me meet her
Curse the circumstance!
Sever the fingers
that pulled us together
at the knuckle
never look back
the anger is diluted in frustration
both distilled from the tears
that seem to think never
was better than now.
To kiss deeply
fascinated by the depth
the clumsy, impatient
of longing timidity
in her lips
the fullness of which
of the heart
If she'd never suggested she knew
matching my confusion
with her passive resignation
I might have left content to be conflicted,
immune to the consequence of inaction.
Instead a unanimous unspoken conspiracy came
discouraging discussion and forbidding distinction
decisions disallowed by virtue of their clarity
unable to embrace the growing complexity.
With proximity receding, replaced by dissolution
the half of me remaining wanders.
in reaction to inaction
|To restructure recollection|
straightening and sterilizing
perceiving it best
03 October 2006
An old poem
So I was rummaging through a valise filled with old writings and came across several pieces that I think I may post in the next several weeks. Believe it or not, the original thought behind this blog was not the ongoing internal monologue, laid bare for the world to see, but rather a place to work on a few writing projects that wander around in my head. Anyway, with the idea of writing in mind, here’s a poem from several years ago. I’ve been playing with this idea of a multi-threaded poem for several years, but I’m not sure it makes sense to anybody but me. Anyway, here goes nothing.