A poem I am experimenting with…
Originally written in May, 2010, I don’t remember now where I was going with this poem, but it does seem full of angst and/or depression, doesn’t it? But as noted above, I intended some further editing. Nevertheless, here it is in its original. (I may have published this before, but it would have been way back when, so apologies if you’ve seen it before.)
In the version I saved — I should clean out digital clutter more often — the poem was wrapped around an engraving; the link is at the bottom of the page, and the site, Cornell University Library, is a fascinating look at some of the illustrations included in literary works of yore.
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Insanity stands in hiatus skimming pebbles on the face of a pool awaiting their return — but ugliness pretends to tease he does not have you in his heart. A dragon rises to the beach of despair, trapped like crabs in tidal pools awaiting water's depth — as beauty offers new disguise colours masking rot in your mind. Sing well and loud your careful words upon this silent shore where dragons see dreams awaiting new songs — and memories rewrite the lie heat and chill and truth in our souls. And you my dearest friend are snared alive within the tales strewn all about awaiting echoes — while you skim pebbles through air both blind and wilful without care.