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i didn't get here alone, jack (w/ anita mac auslan)
by Morgan D HafeleEchoes bounce readily
through the space between us
off these walls we built.
My breath weighs
heavily on my chest --
claustrophobic in my own body.
My youth and maturity
are interchangeable;
an armor for every occasion --
an occasion for every breath.
My heart beats uncontrollably
and my past seems a savory riddle
against the future's
bland ambiguity.
The dark unknown
I can't seem to shake.
And I can't seem to help
getting lost in my head,
remembering the taste -- you
never shared,
something lost over the horizon.
We ended up just shuffling through
this maze of walls,
never quite sure
which ones belonged to whom.
Never quite caring
as they did their job...
just a little too well. 07/04/2010 Author's Note: this wouldn't have happened without anita! lovely as always!
Posted on 07/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/04/10 at 04:46 PM I think we've both been working on a lot of different pieces lately. lol I like this one, we work well together. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/05/10 at 09:36 PM You guys did a great job on this -it intertwines beautifully without missing a beat, no matter the implied angst and pain and bitterness. Definitely a fantastic collaboration! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/06/10 at 06:20 PM Quite the impactful piece, that has direct corrolation to various elements in some fo my own (long term) relationships. What I especially like about this poem is how that first stanza effortlessly pulls me into the experience, and also the fact that despite being co-written, the stanzas and continuation of thought are seamless; unlike some others of this genre that I have read. Hat's off to both you and Anita. Adds to favorites. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 07/07/10 at 01:50 AM This is really enticing. I really like the idea of my past being a savory riddle! Excellent writing you two! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/08/10 at 07:45 PM ...nita and morgan, this is a peach...all of us are clueless, lao tsu of The TAO[ca. 4th century] said inside the mystery is a still deeper mystery. cool write from the both of youse two guys... |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/08/10 at 08:19 PM I like pieces where you can follow images in your mind. This is a great piece to follow.The 2nd stanza is wonderful. The last stanza tied things up wonderfully. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/14/10 at 11:08 PM Themes of imprsionment and regret weave through the stanzas like a prison guard making sure the reader feels trapped. The words the two of you chose are very potent. Great collaboration! |
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