Dim Dark

Fabric grips the grinning body,
Sky soars above loosely,
Mind races towards another mind, in trials to collect, to adhere, and to be together.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Waves echo in weakening milieus,
Time fades into the ground,
Feet sink into the closing lip of memory’s kiss.
Life imitates harm.
Smiles collide, cries collapse in a menagerie of no movement
I keep I keep I keep. I keep still.

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Watt

It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

25 thoughts on “Dim Dark”

  1. A collision of such vast and cosmic, yet such intimately close proportions. David said it – it’s pure poetic bliss – to be read on repeat like a song you hear once and you need to hear again and again. Just keep still, and you might.

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    1. Thank you, I love the quiet stillness I could dose in this one. Otherwise, I’m constantly disappointing myself by being unable to word that heavenly feeling I told you about.

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      1. Funny, I’ve literally just come indoors from looking at the full moon, the sea, the stars, and while I was out there, I tried to start a poem about exactly that vastness, the stillness, the staggering beauty. But nothing I could come up with could come close, like it was a feeling that transcends words. Honestly, this poem gives that feeling words.

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      2. I’m sure you could do a better job then I have!!

        Btw I was wondering if you could send me the link to one of your pieces that you’re most proud of. I would really like to read more of your work. πŸ™‚

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      3. Oh, I loved this! “Failing to repeat your parents’ mistakes is downright disrespectful”
        And before that the conversation between you and your father, where you explain yourself, and he shows you what word you’re evading.
        Then this line: “Until then I thought it was the devil who had invented mathematics, in the hope that people would get so bored by it they would have to sin in order to feel alive again” πŸ˜‚
        “β€˜I am the owner of the world,’ he said, not without the appropriate mixture of pride and humbleness.” The man who bought the world–that’s just another story yearning to be written…
        And finally, I related really to:
        “β€˜Did you have to drop out of medical school?’ father said.

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        I performed all the movements in a perfect succession of balance and contrast. My parents’ heads were units of a larger piece of work, but could also stand by themselves as an independent composition on the mantelpiece”
        I thought the surrealism infused afterward was completely awesome but these lines, and the scenes they represent. It was travel, true travel of the brain into the words.

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      4. I’m running out of ways to thank you! I’m so happy you liked it!

        Always glad to have someone share my loath for maths!

        Now, time to think how this man bought the world.

        Thank you again for the insightful comment, it really made my morning!

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  2. Sometimes there are no words and I struggle to find them, I’m a star gazer and I am studying Astrological Photography. I think this feeling is why I try to capture the sky so much. I never have words but you do. Guess that’s why you are the poet. You write so beautifully how you feel Watt. πŸ™‚

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      1. Oh wow what a wonderful thing to say. You reminded me that I was shooting the Strawberry Moon the other night I forgot to share them. I like that you look up a lot too. I’m known for my head in the clouds. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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