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Random Act of Love
by Chris Sorrenti
I’m waiting for that next random act of love
a kiss out of the blue
sloppy and wet like an eight year old girl’s – yuck!
though a religious experience
that convinced me life was worth sticking around for
A happy memory
though I’ve thought so much of checking out of late
then as insane as it sounds
jumping back on the merry-go-round
the only way in to the fun house is to first exit
while somehow keeping one’s Ps and Qs intact
Food and sex are no longer appealing
all the wine I touch only turns to water
like a very bad melodrama
that goes on and on and on
everything on radio and TV fades to bland
even the fillers between commercials
after only a few episodes I’ve figured out the formula
though no Nobel Prize comes knockin’ at my door
Until that next random act of love
I wander aimlessly from room to room
a restless spirit inside and outdoors
planning my escape
from this dingy drafty island in space
in thoughts and words that quickly disassemble
almost as soon as they are born
cause I can’t wait to see what happens next
Friendship I don’t need any more of
cause all my friends eventually leave
sick of this world they’ve all moved on
to end from the beginning
infant to toddler to teenager to adult
having to learn happiness and heartbreak
all over again
such is the art of perfecting perfection
What I need is another kiss out of nowhere
bravely innocent and yet cleverly scheming
to give me back that down home religion
though the more I think about it
maybe in order to shake this funk
that next random act of love
will have to come from me
© 2006
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12/30/2006 Posted on 12/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/30/06 at 07:26 PM I'd like to hear this set to music, I think it would work well, some lines spoken, some sung, a mixture of lament and enlightenment. The ending is indeed --one of those "random" moments that starts one off on a passionate course, the matchless inner fire that ignites the present from within--starting off with --this poem, for instance! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/31/06 at 12:26 AM this one is quite introspective....although the subject matter shared is one I believe many of us out here can and do relate to...I wonder why when we get a little older and by that I mean past 30...it seems like the impulsiveness tries to leave us.. but we can't let that happen... sometimes we get cynical after being burned one too many times.. and I can relate to that.. OUCH!.. yet... when love comes whispering in the night air and for a moment you're not sure if you heard what you think you heard, or felt what you know you did... we can lean towards the wonder once again... indeed...who knows? maybe when you least expect and aren't even thinking of anything in particular.. simply going about your day as always...around the next corner, there she will be...and WHAMO! just like a thunderbolt.... ah! yes!....aloha..;-) |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 12/31/06 at 01:13 AM a powerful piece, chris, filled to the brim with a longing that resonates deep within each person to walk this earth.. to recapture that feeling of being alive and sometimes, the way to do that is within and sometimes it is through contact with another. this is a great piece! |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/31/06 at 05:41 PM I think the impromptu innocent ones are the sweetest. Hope you get the ones you deserve, plenty in the next year. Fine poem. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/31/06 at 07:24 PM Excellent write, Chris. Sure seems like these things has all but flown as of late. More common to see folks practice random acts of independence and senseless acts of freedom! Thnaks. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/01/07 at 12:15 PM Last four lines summs it up perfectly! Though a bit different in perspective, I think we are both looking at the world a bit askew as you will note in my latest posting. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 01/03/07 at 06:50 PM Ah Chris you tell it so well, what so many have come to know as age and time jade us yet there is that knowledge of how it once felt and could feel again. Your last stanza is so hopeful and yes, that next random act just might and could come from oneself and really shake things up. Good advice, just might try it myself. Excellent work. smh |
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