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eulogy/antonym.
by Andrew S Adamsthis is to someone who died a long time ago.
he woke up quietly, and talked about everything
he would ever accomplish in life. but, soon enough
his body was found somewhere off the coast of reality.
a ghost playing guitar adds subtle emotion to the scene,
where the haunt comes from places, inanimate and human;
where the light only shines in certain places-
hits the wall, falls to the floor (gracefully);
and then, as soon as the cloud interrupts the glow,
it vanishes, leaving an inverse on the retina that reflects
when you stare at a blank wall,
a blank wall. a blank wall.
a blank page, where everything is in
constant opposition with what you thought you saw.
with what you thought you were feeling.
but, as it was stated, this is of no consequence;
as it's addressee died a long time ago-
he woke up from the startled dream,
and found reality to be quite the blank page,
quite the blank wall. 03/22/2004 Posted on 03/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 03/23/04 at 05:53 AM the first line really draws one in. and the general 2nd person voice is really comforting, in a cold way. (that was so incoherent, indigo...) the melancholy of the whole thing is almost overwhelming; but, like the voice says, it's of no consequence, really...so cold. good work. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/26/04 at 05:44 AM I got goosebumps reading this... Love the phrase "off the coast of reality"... God... Just kinda takes you somewhere else. ~Nita |
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