Seeking a friend for the end of the world….
Jenn See posted this over on Followingmyfish and saw in it an apocalyptic quality. I couldn’t agree more, but perhaps not apocalyptic as in ‘end of the world’……..
This was born of that thought.
My affair is with silence,
she does not ask from me a word I am unable to give.
Goodbye.
Such a simple word.
Silken on the tongue,
a soft word
but is there any other that could dry up the seas
shatter the sky, one filigreed sliver of blue at a time?
If I do not love you
then why is the word cadaverous,
a taste of death and steel and lost at sea
on my tongue
Ah, but I do
love you.
A fierce, bright love
an ember to spark the end of the world.
It slips beyond desire’s fickle grasp
resonating outward and onward.
I promised I would come,
and we both wept at the image of my arrival
an image so clear
perhaps it had happened already.
But it hasn’t.
Did I truly break that promise
as easily as driftwood as glass as shadow?
I fear I will never know
if it is cowardice,
or the bravest thing I have ever done.
How does the thought of you
not cripple me?
Fear not
I never could walk without you.
Yet I am suprised at how quickly
I have become accustomed to crawling.
So I cast off every thought,
I have glimpsed a moment
and I know
truer then anything I have known before
that it will only come once.
Don’t ask me why I must seize it,
I must
My tongue is still
a cold and distant stranger,
but the thought speaks louder
than my voice ever could.
Goodbye.
(file under fiction)
fantastic. i love when my POV leads in tangents to others.
thanks for the nod–it seems the photo’s able to communicate some of the loneliness of that view.
oddly enough it has goodbye-resonances for me, too. did that come through as well, i wonder? or were we simply momentarily telepathically connected via some unexpected side effect of the internet?
intriguing either way.
cheers.
You use the F word again …
Musical, this piece is.
which f-word, filigreed, fickle, or fear?
I fear I will never know if it is cowardice,or the bravest thing I have ever done. How does the thought of you not cripple me?
That is my favorite part. Such a fine line sometimes, isn’t it? I know one thing for certain – you will not end up on the Bad Poetry page; ever.
Nice to see you reintroduce Jenn See’s image with your words superimposed.
Very nice! Was this spur of the moment? Great stuff!
That is beautiful. The picture reminds me of how hell was portrayed in Constantine… Damn popular culture…
wow! flippen cool. and here i thought i could write poetry. -sulk-
Jenn – I’m not sure, but the second I saw the photo, my mind latched on to that one thought. Although I do like the thought of a momentary telepathic link as an internet side effect……
Oh, and the ‘F’ word was ‘filigree’.
Carl – Yes, it was indeed spur of the moment stuff, thanks for meandering by, please do so again!
Ostrich – I’m still in awe of your stuff, so that really means alot. And yeah, popular culture does that, and it ain’t pretty.
ekapa – I remain fairly certain that you can……
lovely poem! isn’t inspiration wonderful? now, you too, have some idea why i view jennsee as one of my muses.
This was beautifully written. What a gift… thank you.
cheap plug to hang with your pearl of a poem:
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