Awesome poem, Mac. The second and fourth stanzas are most punchy and affecting; almost meta-rhythmic. Yet it is the third stanza which sets up the fourth; you do it very well. It is often in one's limits and frustrations that one is recognized at last.
The bar
swirls with dancers,
each hotter than the next;
I want to shout: hey, look my way,
choose me.
You called
me crazy to
fall into your embrace;
yet you were the greater fool to
choose me.
Harder,
deeper inside,
unhinge me, unsense me,
borne on pleasure's pulse because you
chose me.
Your poem is a deep and chilling insight into your hurt and darkness. It helps me understand more about what you are fighting. But know that you do not battle alone. Remember that the flames of love, both small and great, are there, lighting and warming.
Such varied yet thematic pieces. I love Something Lost, as it corresponds closely to my thinking. Delusion and Pen engaged me, especially the bit about what fertile minds do. We roam constantly, it seems. But Nostalgia is both the best and most challenging of all. Those we love and lose leave parts of themselves behind, stones built into the walls of our own houses. Beautiful, Gary.
Stage managing st the music festival again tonight.
Tonight's program...
EJ Moeran, Fantasy Quartet;
Faure, Apres in reve;
Schumann, Fantasiestucke;
Chausson, Piano Trio
Just starting now...
I cheer
my proud brothers,
storied men, courage clad,
robed in brightest declarative
garments;
but while
we celebrate joys and triumphs,
forget not those drab dressed
shadows who just
survive.
Declan is neither so besotted that he cannot help notice what Bailey wants to hide, nor so dense as not to wonder about it. Now will Bailey let Declan inside his hurt? Beautifully done.