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The Gift, The Curse, The Promise

by Chris Sorrenti

you might give up the chase
for whatever reason
a bottle of Chablis
shrimp cooked in garlic butter
Casablanca on DVD
the company of an intelligent woman
who after hours of
philosophical anecdotes
is still frisky enough
to know what you both like
at the end of the day

all along
in and out of reality
your mind travels
thinks you’ve lost it
while words fall
all around
flakes of snow
building in layers
even in July
for the moment
the child is still out of reach

mourn for a day
unable to recall the spell
nor grasp the state of mind
that gave birth to it
move on move on
to more practical things
but if the idea is strong
it will come back to haunt you
and until you’ve cut your wrist
with a pen or a keyboard
it’s a vampire seeking its own
no matter
whether in dead time
at three in the morning
or plugged into the system
at three in the day

an uncoiled spring
that upon satisfaction
immediately retracts
for that next orgasm
of blue blood
and the more you get
the more you want
so much that it scares you
at times but not all the time
call it the van Gogh effect
and though you won’t be delivering
an ear to a lover anytime soon
the fever is well on its way

© 2010

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Posted on 08/01/2010
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/01/10 at 02:54 PM

A great write Chris and I know the feeling well, much to my wife's chagrin.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/01/10 at 05:31 PM

This is a really wonderful poem, Chris. Biting and beautiful, full of deep insight but not so lofty as to miss the casual observation. Personally (imho) I think stanza two is a poem itself, and seems nearly revelational. I can't say enough about this terrific write...you 'da man. Potd suggested. Just brilliant. Thanks so much.

Posted by V. Blake on 08/02/10 at 04:38 AM

I was expecting something staccato given the brief lines, but this came out incredibly smooth somehow. I won't bother quoting favorite lines--they'd just turn into stanzas on me. Great work.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/02/10 at 05:12 AM

Oh i like the flow of this poetic river, Chris. As said by others, lines that i want to quote become whole stanzas, and still cannot touch my appreciation for the whole!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/02/10 at 02:28 PM

The form in this is just phenomenal, working so flawlessly alongside your usual attention to voice and imagery. One of your great ones, no doubt.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/02/10 at 08:05 PM

the last three lines are icing on the cake of this, another amazing piece!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/02/10 at 08:55 PM

I ditto the previous comments Chris...CharMin

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/03/10 at 02:29 AM

love this, especially the first stanza...beautiful...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/03/10 at 06:02 PM

From such passion to the point of compulsion come unforgettable poems such as this one!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/05/10 at 04:37 AM

Oh-Yeah...potd. Way to write, Chris!

Posted by Laura Doom on 08/05/10 at 06:06 PM

3 am -- dead time? Aside from that irrelevant perspective issue, a sublime cerebral excursion, with diversions to go :>

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/05/10 at 06:08 PM

Cogratulations on potd Chris. Well deserved....CharMin

Posted by Anita Mac on 08/05/10 at 09:55 PM

This is fantastic. I actually shivered with the last four lines. Such a perfect summation.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/06/10 at 02:43 AM

Congrats on this splendid POTD!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/06/10 at 02:03 PM

This is so fine ;)

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/06/10 at 08:12 PM

love it!

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/09/10 at 02:01 AM

OK, Chris. This is just excellent. I'm speechless and cant' get any more specific.

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 08/10/10 at 02:46 AM

nice orgasm );

Posted by Jim Benz on 08/13/10 at 06:23 PM

Wonderful poem Chris.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/17/10 at 03:34 PM

Maybe it is my love of the dark side, but I DO love that second stanza. It seems I have visited that place too many times myself over the years. This poem has a mysterious quality to it and gives me a nice peek into another crease in the terrain of Chris. Beautiful, my friend. Thanks.

Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/03/13 at 11:10 AM

oh, I loved this! made me laugh, imagine, think and finally settle down, shaking my head at desire's insatiability.

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