...and I'll join you in the shallows.
by V. Blake
i believe i will die here,
floating upstream on a raft
of shaky sensibilities.
nourishing myself with questions
about everyone responsible
for bringing me here.
my only friend, the stratosphere
is writhing and suffocating
in a tangle of snakeskins.
after distant landscapes shed them
in favor of becoming hideous
beneath Medusa cosmetics.
for a time, i will fight temptations
to glance into the river
and turn myself to stone.
until the day i let my guard down,
and find you, my broken anchor
drifting along, and staring back...
Author's Note: Poemuary Entry #9
Posted on 01/09/2010
Copyright © 2019 V. Blake
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/10/10 at 02:48 AM|
All of our sensibilities are shaky Vince except those that are stronger than strong. Those that make our eyes go blind, our vocal cords break, and heart break. Those things we would die for might be true but only if we haven't fooled ourselves along the way, only if the words have been chewed until they come crying out.
|Posted by Noe Procházka on 01/10/10 at 05:00 AM|
I love the notion of a "broken anchor / drifting along."
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/10/10 at 08:25 PM|
Good stuff, Vince. I makes me feel like: "I waited and waited, and when no message came, I knew it must have been from you." And, some are waiting still. Excellent write. Thanks.
|Posted by Anita Mac on 01/11/10 at 04:50 AM|
I love the first stanza and the way it frames the whole piece with a certain fragility. Nice work, as ever.