cravings for depth
twenty thousand leagues deep
uneasy trigger-finger wiggles like live bait,
I dip my toes into the river of adrenaline
I'm looking for my cosmic car keys
I dropped them in an open manhole to the sea
and I keep writing about this odyssey
this inexplicable journey, and this
quest to tear the room apart
trash this space !...God Damn It !
I know it's here somewhere,
in the pages of a yellowed paperback, or
perhaps inside the vault of a Prince Albert tin,
rusting under the box-springs ....or maybe sewn
into the lining of a time-traveler's Kevlar vest ?
I seek...The Hidden, old as a children's game
I wish I could write a poem with razor insight
lush with news from the front, of the battle
for wisdom, I wish I could write a poem
with answers that soothe the soul like aloe vera
or night-blooming jasmine hanging over the fences
of a sea-weathered shack in Key West, Fla......
a poem that might linger inside the nostrils
for a few months....but alas.....all I can do is wish
wishes
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Re: wishes
lost my cosmic car keys
nostrils breathing in soot
exhale placed to win
Steve, another gutsy piece. I can only wish I wrote it!
nostrils breathing in soot
exhale placed to win
Steve, another gutsy piece. I can only wish I wrote it!
Re: wishes
thanx for the creative and kind words judih
Write On !
Write On !
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: wishes
actually you have a good poem here. Though you may be consciously frustrated---in your own evaluation---you do a lot with that frustration. The car keys metaphor is excellent. I can identify with that---everybody can. And I like the sea-weathered shack in Key West---where Hemingway lived and Wallace Stevens visited (and got in a fight with Hemingway). You are having a fight with your self and you have come out of it victorious in this poem. The poem may not be a fulfilment of your wish but it is an expression of the struggle----and really a good expression of it.
The Irish Sea Is Always In Turmoil, Even When Calm.
Re: wishes
thanx very much dan
appreciate the details
appreciate the details
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: wishes
My own misfires vastly outnumber the hits - the stories are all so compelling in my head, the poems so eloquent... but when I finally get around to clothing them in words... not so much. Every once in a while something comes alive, but all too often the best I can achieve is Ordinary. Sort of like industrial R&D, which is mostly a matter of eliminating all those things that don't work so you'll know what NOT to do. The Eureka moments are few and far between (but so, so sweet)...
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"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
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