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So here it is.
A poem from 2012 that has never been published.
(like the bulk of my poetry. Not rejected, merely not submitted)
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My Holier
than thou has dropped
Scattered
from my persona
I’ve given
up on the Defence
(A dilapidated fence)
And
pretence.
I’m an
empty casket
Waiting
for a body
I’m
nothing new
But a rusted freight train
Barelling towards
the shed
Without
any goods.
If only
the cargo could be loaded
In a way
to allow
An event
unfamiliar
A complete
special offer
A surprise
package
Without
fabricated trimmings.
I’m weary
of my shell
Is there
not an Option Two?
Purchase
and Check out
Without
Checking out.
An
enduring sigh
Even knowing
why.
Notre Dame 1934 |
Poetry has sometimes helped me in bouts of depression. Well, I like to think so.
I can look at it, analyse it, and hopefully then put it behind me. Not always successful of course. That's life.
How do you vent?
Next post, a trip down Memory Lane.
Coming Soon,
Some good news.
A new video.
An anniversary.
Always open for suggestions. Please help me out by sharing the work. It's the only way to reach others. And I'm a terrible salesman.
Have a great week.
Cheers
Anthony
This made me feel some things that I haven't felt in a while. Your poem took me right there. I can't think of a higher compliment to give you than that.
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When I'm feeling good, and things are going well, I hate the poetry I write. I need the words to come from a darker and deeper place.
That is a great compliment. Thanks Pat.
DeleteIt's true for many forms of creative self-expression I think. When you're happy, you're too busy enjoying life to worry. I'm trying some 'happy' poems right now. They're ok. Not as good as the darker ones.
Cheers my friend.
I'm surprised this one hasn't been published.
ReplyDeleteIt's another wonderfully human one, Anthony, and I really like the rhythm.
Good things and thoughts to you, friend. xo