Thursday, October 29, 2015

Death is the road
less travelled
till it becomes
the journey
we all share


I am holding your fingers
up to the sun
trying to see truth
through the skin.


I am holding your truth
against my skin
trying to see
where we might
turn away
from the rumpled one way ticket
clutched in your sweet hand


The pendulum
on the clock
refuses to move
still time
still momentary clarity
stillness
in the unsound
we make in our lives


I caught you
surreptitiously
eating farewells
on the stairs
and asked for a slice


We share
burgeoning mortality
from differing dimensions
pushing against
the membrane between and within


never breaking through
but seeing
just the blurred definition
where once


we were so clear.







2 comments:

burning moon said...

Hi bunny - so much to savour in this. I love the way you play with a thought, looking at it this way, then turning it to consider it from another angle, and letting the line breaks make the shift for you from one aspect to the next:

trying to see truth
through the skin.


I am holding your truth
against my skin

and then:

still time
still momentary clarity
stillness

and again with my personal favourite:

I caught you
surreptitiously -

- surreptitiously
eating farewells

I love the way 'surreptitiously' works into the line above and the line below, and you have it on its own line in order to make it do that. I can follow the progression of thought through your poem, like dancers drifting from partner to partner in a country dance, touching each hand on the way down the line. Beautiful.

Chris Never said...

Well thank you kindly Moon *smile*, I almost feel a sense of relief when I manage
to actually write something these days lol, its always a surprise :)

I actually like this piece as well, the tone of it is unlike me in some ways, and very me in others....

Appreciate you taking the time to go through it mate, nice to exchange words with you once again *hugs*