I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry.
~ John Cage
In the penthouse of cool August
the trees have begun to whisper Autumn
the fragrance of anniversaries
an instinct to catapult meaning
into some creative form, some relationship
where the banter of everyday
might be fulfilled in a forfeit of identity
no matter how long the hiatus
these street lamps remember me
but the people I knew are gone
we’ve gone our separate ways
you used to laugh at my love of writing
but I still sweat at the writing desk, love
these clarinet-oxytocin dreams
where I learn to be merciful with myself
my precious psyche deserved better
my rhetoric of sweet-salts left
the flower of my being coming into view
an orchid of failed seductions
a white rose of broken-hearted
love that no longer requires human love
summer was meant for vengeance
and humanity was made for loss
but my timidity is satisfied by
a more divine neurochemical
than sappy serotonin or dull dopamine.
Photography courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Fire-471797211
You take me right there with you in the experience! I am a big fan of your’s!!
I appreciate it Dream, we are all in this together…
You’re writing is do vivid, such strong imagery, paint a picture with your words.
Erik
http://erikconover.com
Thanks for saying so Erik, I try to add quotes and pictures to make it interesting.
Your quotes and pictures add to your words
I enjoy your positive spirit Erik, enjoy your journey…
It all starts with a positive mind, the rest will fall naturally in place, of course with a little hard work 🙂
🙂
That last verse rules!