I
seize for the victories
and
the tic tac spoils
of
these blank line blues,
ranked
inconsiderately.
Ready
for a strong arm
with
the gnashing of arteries,
or
exiting to receive the weak one
in
what was once called contemplation.
Ending
what neither of us have not.
And it left me thinking, thinking and then I was blank with thought. nice work
ReplyDeleteLots to reflect on in this verse!
ReplyDeleteThe concept behind ending something that neither has gives me a sense of two people caught in an illusion (perhaps of a relationship that doesn't exist) before one of them recognizes the futility and decides to end it. Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteLeaves one pondering the story that lies behind the poem. Well done.
ReplyDeleteFor me, this was all about my "strong arm" of being able to begin to fill the blue lines in my journal with poetry - as well as my "weak arm," which is the uninspired me, who walks away to wash dishes and hope something will come to mind.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of this poem (and this is my first time here) is the open write, which leaves one to consider what your song means to them. It's like listening to records, before the age of MTV and videos that "assigned" an image to a song, a poem. So well done! Peace, Amy
intriguing...it hovers.
ReplyDeleteI know "drawing the blank." I've tried both strong arm tactics and intense introspection. Sometimes it is best to accept the void, if only for a time.
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