mornings, diaphanous

mornings, diaphanous

A Poem by J
"

Wrote this an hour ago at 6am, having not slept yet. Kind of shows, I think. Terribly unsure about it, yet secretly relieved I managed to bash something out for once.

"


the living grieve over simple accusations 
of flesh and mood contained upon one's palm 

open to the sunlight: momentary forgiveness, 
haphazard, cold and kind. 

*

placental, this is movement and life, 
confusion and soft desire 
for everything to be:
perfection 
in as many incarnations
from a thousand novels read by lamplight, 
meandering hope erased by spine and page 
turning to shadowed flight. 

*

this is that moment 
when joy and hollowness exist. 
this is the silence of an early morning 

wrapped in blankets, words, tepid coffee, 
cool air, and the muted whistling 
of birds. 



© 2012 J



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

i like how you write of interludes, desire and then the desolate feeling of being left alone in the night to wake up in the morning with just the sounds of the birds outside--the tepid coffee...the words?

perhaps the other is still there...but only the bodies talk...when the daylight hits...there is nothing to say...

nothing in common but the lust of last night.

jacob

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

I have often felt that early morning is when Death lurks around ones windows and behind the curtains, almost as if it unsure to flee as dawn approaches or stay and claim just one more.
Nicely done.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i like how you write of interludes, desire and then the desolate feeling of being left alone in the night to wake up in the morning with just the sounds of the birds outside--the tepid coffee...the words?

perhaps the other is still there...but only the bodies talk...when the daylight hits...there is nothing to say...

nothing in common but the lust of last night.

jacob

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm fond of the references to creation (on many levels), of "incarnation" and "placental" dropped and placed perfectly, all the while wound into this quiet, subdued morning scene with care and skill. You can't do that by accident.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it's just my humble opinion, but i think if walt whitman were still around, he'd take his hat off to words like these

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

443 Views
4 Reviews
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on October 9, 2012
Last Updated on October 10, 2012

Author

J
J

Auckland, New Zealand



About
I exist. Most days. Hello there. more..

Writing
On disappearing... On disappearing...

A Poem by J


Minor Fifth Minor Fifth

A Poem by J