Friday, 6 July 2012

BEHIND AND BEFORE THE DAY

I think I’m losing a day here
The furniture is no longer shifting
There’s no girl to fill the room so completely
The dust on the windowsill are not particles
For spasms of the sun to crown perceptions

But the non-historical texts are cracked
Split bricks, not for knowledge
But aphesis

When you’re balancing on the spines
You long for the sun o'er
Even so the yellow moon
Is way too bright

11 comments:

  1. A little like losing a piece of identity and baffled as to where a search should begin!

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  2. 'Even so the yellow moon
    Is way too bright'
    Cuts like a blade, baby. Well done.

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  3. You've caused me, again, to think more deeply, to ponder the social and emotional states of the character. I wonder about the quest. I wonder about the impetus for loss. Lots to consider in this brief piece.

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  4. I like the way this poem moves from one image to another!

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  5. I like your perspective of sadness and melancholy..specially the last stanza ~

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  6. that darned bright moon eh?

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  7. Excellent! so loved the first stanza, and the bright yellow moon!

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  8. hmm.intriguing. kinda takes me back to Lucky's speech in Waiting for Godot.brief but pregnant with so many possibilities!

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  9. Excellent thoughtful words.

    Anna :o]

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  10. I love your poetry Matthew. Thank you ... This poem in particular speaks to me on a level that is hard for me to put into words without sounding banal. Every word is necessary, balanced, in its own halo of gracefulness, and all of it speaks as only a poet can speak.

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  11. like this poem...

    very thoughtful...

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