SSStoooooooooooooooooooop
sweat
and a head filled with
drumming heartbeats,
asthmatic gasps,
saliva on the sopping pillow.
Brutal awakening after that
viciously returning nightmare.
Endless projection of deliberately
suppressed reality.
night after
night
after
night
let this end for
one uneventful night
with
smooth breathing
and
| in his mouth
sweet taste of tangerines |
let him for one sleeping second
taste the flavor of earth,
his soil.
2 comments:
Dear Guy
Your wonderful dedicated poem and your use of delicately put together words amazed me. Thank you so much for Dispersion it was wonderful, so good that the continous thirst of my poetry branch did not allow me not to respond to it again. I somehow continued your poem and this is how it turned out. please let me know what you think.
A Thought
Let him for one sleeping second
Taste the flavor of the earth,
His soil,
His dirt.
His never ending dirt..
Which
Makes and bears the prison
in which
our kind spirit dwells
and brutally
gets oppressed
by the beast of adulthood.
why I wonder why
little by little
as time passes by
the sweet taste of tangerines
the innocent smiles
the sweet dreams
fade away
why I wonder our
innocent riddles
get solved.
I would rather taste
the earth’s soul
but that’s a naive thought
for they never stop
Killing our luscious imagination
Burying our childhood
Am I not of any use to this
Stirring ball of wonder?
I will overcome whatever element trying to
Oppress me or give an end
To my forever staying young and innocent soul
For as many Guys believe
I am the sole surviving reason
That the earth will never again be the same
For that phenomenon
That one small pebble
That I
That I dared to touch
And forever change the flow of time…
Quite a bunch of experienced emotions here. In life it's a virtue not to mix too many emotions because their real meaning tend to blur and people surrounding you have the tendency to deliberately misinterpret. Poetry and prose give you more liberty to use the emotional palette without boundaries (I like this word) but you still have to be cautious to lead yourself and consequently your reader(s) into too many directions. The best experience is to read it loud and you will find out immediately where you have a conflict in what you want to express and how it sounds and feel in how you where writing it. That is why I basically do not like to read poetry in books. When it is well written and the author is bringing it for an audience then you can savor the plain meaning and emotion. But here I'm not the best reference because I'm a man of the bühne. In "Honourable Intention" you can find out exactly what I mean. Read it out loud, accentuate the t's in the first part, shiver in the second, complain in the third, lament in the fourth and be a little sarcastic in the last part. The text is very basic but I had a message here that is so equally basic and I want it to pass. So let me know! ;-)
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