You read now the
Words I write.
Are you paying attention?
Are you comprehending
Or merely spectating,
With your mind elsewhere
In its own realm of thought?
For as I read the words
I write, I lose myself
In nothingness.
They mean nothing.
As I read, not read,
But rather see,
My mind embarks on
A journey of worry and fret,
Yet of insignificance and
Distant doubt.
And in the wake
Of this shaky trip
I find a muscle left still
Numb
At the center of
All I derive.
A hole between
Each half of
Successive bone,
Successive bone
Meant to protect the throne
Upon which my very life sits,
Awaiting now with
Numb discomfort.
And yet the mind knows the
Heart's cure, but the heart is
Simply too unsure of the
Ever agonizing allure of its desire.
Thump........Thump.
The name appears and
The heart springs to life,
As does the lurking line pulled
Taut by the elusive fish.
Neither numb nor knocking
Is a comforting heart.
Thump........Thump
Good poem about your thought process (I think). I like the free verse/internal rhyme stuff.
ReplyDeleteI like it..is it about writing about things you barely understand?
ReplyDeleteSorry for the stickling, but in the second to last stanza "taught" should be "taut."
Oh! thanks!!
ReplyDeletebut nope, thats not the message i intended here.
I liked it. The absurdity made me happy; at first I thought we would have another bout of nihilism. I like the ending though. The fish isn't exactly a sublime image but I liked the "thump"ing. Stanza seven was interesting.
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