Poetry: Untitled II - Earlier Composition
A penny for the thoughts of one,
A fortune for the thoughts of all,
For so little of so little worth,
We barely need recall.
The spark of life, now burst alight,
This vast and anxious plane,
Yet for all the miles of lively fire,
Thoughts’ flares, few and far between,
Across the hellish flamescape
Lurching into air
While the crack of burning, thoughts in voice
Heard not by any ear.
The quiet is unnerving,
The slow-drawn breath before a scream,
A moment nearly endless,
Before the more gruesome scene.
A silence needs to be broken,
Shattered into glassy shards,
For every thought spoken
Begins to heal the scars.
posted by Matt @ 7:33 PM
2 Comments:
this more sincere aspect of verseview is extremely cool. i'm not very good at being sincere in this format and i really appreciate that you are. anyway i think all of these poems are very good and very beautiful. we should talk about them more in depth later...your writing reminds me of matthew arnold quite a bit (that is a good thing.) read this:
http://www.gober.net/victorian/dover.html
(last two stanzas=ahhhhhh!!!)
(oh but by the way, insincerity IS the bottom line of my blog, and thus you should interpret everything i write with more than a little cynicism/sarcasm. i was being both socially and self conscious in my description of oakland. i, too, live in a dirty, smelly, even ABJECT (buzzzzz worrrddd) city space. and i like it just fine. quite a lot, actually. so yeah, rock out oakland! and all the other places in the world that are fouler and more interesting than oc.)
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