PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there is a tiny sweet silver web of soft serene

sorrow

falling gently upon my face across the 'morrow

it breathes its bottled breath into my already chilled

body

making me drunk with euphoria

like a too strongly made  hot Russian toddy

with guarded feelings of grim casualness

I have to force myself to breathe again as I speak

to confess

can I get passed this metaphoric knife without

subsequently getting cut

or will this grudge that grips me

bleed to death deep within my gut

instincts abandon ship in this battle that reaches

for the page

every ounce of sanity trips over its almost mortal self

in attempt to clarify and engage

suffer so quietly within me deep and dark desperate

hope

redeem for me an eloquence of spirit when I'm lost

and at the end of my rope

put to rest my chilled and worried words so brave yet

bare

hold this said pen under siege to further this intense

mental flair

skate inspiration up to the designated door for its sole

arrival is so very rare

the 'Falsified Pleasuring' that is still left to come

will be more painful if we let it tear

so for my tender yet fretful feelings please do be  

aware

that I would not be the me I am today if I hadn't had

an ounce of morality left within me to spare.......

( written Aug 2, 1992 pm)