Yoness [full-frontal dichotomy]
by Laura Doom
My present absence
accords residence to equilibrium
in a wilderness of contradiction
a solitary element
epitomising indivisible union
the product of an extended contract
between an attraction that repels me
and self-indulgence in denial,
fast food for a pensive protagonist.
The first second of
an infinite minute
is spent in salvation,
searching for evidence of faith;
vacant hopes fill me with dread
as I sleepwalk through consciousness
assimilating the concept of exclusion
personified by the unacceptable face of anonymity
and yet, this is old news.
Having settled for instability
I have come to recognise the unfamiliar,
identify with the unknown,
anticipate the unforeseen,
yet still I gravitate to stasis
where mountains, once scaled, are rendered plain
to a cynic wondering where truth lies.
I assume that nothing can be taken for granted
within this representation of reality
where summer gives rise to fall
and winter recoils from spring
a wet season to cure dry humour,
employing the redundant arts of science
to concentrate on a solution.
This self-contained space
comprising things immaterial
breeds dissatisfaction with its barren contents,
questions the silence of utter disinterest
and strengthens what remains of my will
to absolve myself of responsibility,
to define another take on giving.
Practical considerations are academic
when, in terms of infinity
I am obstinately ephemeral
and even though the odds favour detachment
I am prone to stand
for rights left long uncherished,
an indiscretion steeped in arid rectitude.
Though I have, at my disposal,
an impressive hoard of abstract expressions
I need to be blunt to make my point.
The fundamental complexities of human nature
drive me to distraction,
bring out the animal in me;
I live for the kill
and embrace the release
of a quick death.
In the fight for peace
Posted on 09/29/2005
Copyright © 2020 Laura Doom
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/29/05 at 04:09 PM|
...laura, beat me with a wet noodle, slay me with your eyelashes...gal, this isssss one goooood piece of work...well crafted with every stroke being a pathway to a thought...really, really, heavy...sorta poignantly sad with a gallows-laugh track...loved it...peace, chaz
|Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 10/03/05 at 03:10 AM|
You are so talented and clever. I have to read this twice. The first time I was completely caught up in the word or phrase couples that oppose each other. So very cool!