A stab in the dark 11
11
Definitions of the see-through
whirl in tainted rainbows over cities
at the early hour rising.
Indigested ceremonies of division
plunge without scope into lethargy,
talk nonsense by the window.
The closure of flickering loss
winds all ticking hearts
minutes before clear sky breaks.
The end of an imperfect day sinks
below all that is left
of aspirations and hope,
loss is dragged behind drawn curtains.
Brave intentions fold in sleep,
dark dreams approach at midnight.
What is gained will pass,
reduced to figures of logic.
Swirl you origin of unending watery curves,
you cause of bright flickering reflections
over breaking bastions of no faith
with their ragged coastline struggle.
Waves fettered by air
will merge in watery lucidity.
Singeing "what ifs" curl and die,
faces slow inevitability.
Weakness is a common name
when liquid is cheap
and opaque essences
hide inside blue tonalities.
The ice breaks at dawn,
forfeiting all his intents.
Planetary dreams surface
In careful surveillance.
Who sees the doorway?
Who baits continuance with truth?
Indecent spreads of desire
drift over old wisdom.
Genetic belongings are more
than a physical drive
for uncharted marshes
of bursting songs.
Slow back burning trains,
rail-sounding Indian Tablas;
he bets his lost tale
on the night.
Cautious beneath a mask
of social alarm
he talks freely by the bar.
Daring the limited
is about all
his breath can muster
at this temporary station.
Threads of comprehension
pull at everyday's withering say;
the silent agreement with what comes
have carefree fingers.
No blame on him, he stands to lose,
he is grief and sorrow is tomorrow.
Night might not find another lover
silently turning intentions
into inevitabilities,
it might not survive.
Fidelity flies with the best.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-09-14 at 18:39
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