Listen

I no longer grieve for your bones
Or your flesh. Nor how to impress
You to me with certainty.
Long gone dances still waltz-
But I hear your thrubbing bass line.

All we laughed as impossible
Is true to me...

I wish I had your face in
My hands as I watch
This world become this nightmare.

Shush my love.
Hush and bear the asinine.

There is a pig
There there.

There there hope...
Let me stroke a snout.
Without.

This grey wall with the grey grout
Is where doubt will run out.
Even though no body of water
Can swallow this complete
I will listen till I drown and
Quibble the wobble then comlete
Myself to colours adored.

I thought they only lied to me...
About many years ago.










Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-12 at 00:53

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Hans Bump
I meant for the previous comment to be sent by email not posted with the poem. I was a personal comment just a critique of the poem. Sorry Jenks.
2011-07-12


Hans Bump
What words are there to describe this poem? Lovely? Wonderful? Evocative? Brave? The infamous "well written"?

No words do it justice because words are just tool with which we describe the indescribable.
I smiled and cried at the same time I read this.
Be kind to yourself and dream many good things,
Hans
2011-07-12