an interview

an interview

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson
"

they ask questions.

"

what is the image?

they shout at me

can it materialize like

cotton in a slave-torn summer field?

 

no, i say simply.

why can't you see that?

i don't understand that flowers die

so i certainly can't grasp

the abstract notion of thought.

 

but why? they spit

why is it impossible?

 

somehow i manage to control myself

because i am no savant, i moan

i try to be but for all my

apparent wisdom i remain

a tightly-tethered web of

skin and veins and saliva.

 

they yield no answer

the silence is a pregnant thing

was this the answer they expected?

 

the lamp goes out

and though it is no new sensation

i am naked in the dark

again.

© 2011 Daniel Atkinson


Author's Note

Daniel Atkinson
A couple of the lines were paraphrased from the song "Lounge" by Regina Spektor. Great music.

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wow kind of powerful really, well written though.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

First - I love Regina Spektor! ^^
second - amazing 8D I know its dumb to say, but other words fail me :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's like a scene out of the movie "Inland Empire".

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on September 20, 2011
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Tags: people, self-esteem, confidence, savant, wisdom, humanity

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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

DULUTH, GA



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