If Only For A Time

If in digging through grim archives

I unearth those callous epithets of my youth

Find on a resin smeared page

the smoke of anger

and the greed for a touch yielding

to my thick dumb hands

Read the hormones like a book of days

a book of sorrows

a book of shadows.

 

In a salubrious haze

I will come to know myself

my ways and wend the

crooked maps of the ill-spent

where X marks the spot

turn left at the willow

right at the stump

and realize that I survived myself

if only for a time.

◄ Ode To Candles

Now Birds Ravage The Cherries ►

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Devon Brock

Fri 5th Jul 2019 22:20

Thanks Martin, Jason, and Leon. I'm trying out some things, starting to absorb and distill the great poems and styles I find here.

D

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LEON STOLGARD

Fri 5th Jul 2019 13:01

in my book of admiration, you've included your name again.

Magnifico Brockster!

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Martin Elder

Fri 5th Jul 2019 08:57

I love 'Read the Hormones like a book of days' My memories from my youth are locked in my head. I never kept a diary when I was younger.

Wonderful stuff.

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Jason Bayliss

Thu 4th Jul 2019 23:16

Ah now, that for me is also an ongoing battle. It's just that I've never said it as eloquently.

Love this one Devon.

J. x

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