Humble Company

 

 

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

-Emily Bronte

 

If a soft light fell on my desk with the humble company of a poem

I could claim a peace of mind

And beautiful friends who stuck their heads in ovens

And starved until the next season in a window-ridden asylum

Humid pale and unborn    

 

I know they thumbed their existence with typewritten fingers,

A restless grace similar to a drunken shiver,

And I should let lie what is gone and dead

 

But I feel them in my bones

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Yes the influence of minds on other minds, it' s quite delightful really. But you have to wonder, their is a certain perversity of their legacy, the suicide martyrs, the dramatic types who let mental illness creep in.

To imitate that would be silly right? Nice to see you around Haley.

[.........]

whoa

[Robin]

the echoes of ...

elegance is your forte Hayley

[Art]

this is good Hayley...a short one but filled with emotion, flow, and impact...the last line leaving the reader within reflection...

[Emily B]

an excellent way to start a rainy day

[Emily B]

enjoyed doubly much the second time around

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Every poet and writer knows loneliness...but loneliness need not be a precursor to depression and certainly not suicide. So many great artists have been lost from Van Gogh to Hemmingway, very saddening.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy write. Brilliant too. Those who suffer tend to make the best art.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Well I see immediately the Sylvia Plath reference. I am afraid however, that the second reference eludes me ... a bit of research says Christopher Smart? ... maybe? I certainly feel the impact of a brilliant closing line. I guess I get a bit lost in Stanza two though ... which I am sure is more of a commentary on my inability to make a connection, than on the quality of your construct. If you can help me out a little, I'l be grateful.