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Ineloquence
by Richard VinceMy eyes are shadowed.
They are too old to contemplate
This childish state into which
I have thrust myself
Yet again.
There is a lesson, and I
Have learned it, but
Discarded it before I knew
I needed to remember.
My eyes are darkened:
Tired from the exertions of
This madness; tired of
This relapse into an
Adolescent illness I thought
Long since cured.
*
She is beautiful, but I will
Never write a classic about her.
No: I will merely hammer
Words from the raw pain
That I have focussed on her.
She is not to blame:
She is only being herself.
I will turn back the clock
And relive those dark days
Of teenage torture, and
Leave the business of classics
To her and her eloquence.
*
So many directions; points of
The compass to which I am
Pulled. My arm aches as
I try to resist through that
Most faithful of allies:
The written word.
01/03/2008 Posted on 01/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/04/08 at 01:41 AM Richard, this is just exquisite. Vs. 2 speaks to me and my tendancies directly. It must be ok and natural that we forget sometimes, for it certainly happens often enough. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/13/08 at 07:27 PM I'm attempting to recall something you mentioned about asterisks/footnotes - meantime, along with a familiar shift in chronology, this piece has a distinctive physical quality which elevates it from the page. Ineloquence regarding conception perhaps, but certainly not in terms of delivery... |
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