A Quiet Affair...

 

A Quiet Affair.

let me step into the
ethereal for just a while,
feel the softness of
souls tease my skin,

on t’other side of my shadow I’d
fold into darkness like in
the corner of some forgotten womb
and out of b******s way,

let me watch this sorry place
from the stalls, applauding silently
as my hands pass through
each other like thoughts.

Show me deaths corner, omitting
it’s final blow, letting me linger
this purgatory as I watch
the clouds go round and round,

let me taste that which is
my purpose, or least an eventuality,
striking not my clock as I walk
this boneless land of dreams,

let me feel its cut afore
a fleshy disembark,
a preview as it were
and assistant to decision.

BG

Author's Note

Feel free to say as you see.....

Reviews

[Pax]

wow, so profound, and it felt like a passionate love affair, perhaps forbidden that is why it is in the dark they walk. There is a little sensual touch to it, not to overly exposed but totally deep... great work, i believed this was honed by the master craftsman yourself. thanks for sharing!

[Brendan McCallum]

Kind thanks Pax, like I said before you have a good eye.... Bren

[Gerald Parker]

I hear what you saying but I'm wondering why you're saying it. Quite entertaining but marred by confusion of its/it's and do you mean b*****d's or b******s'? Sorry but I'm petty.

[Brendan McCallum]

Hi Gerald, and kind thanks for the read and comment, maybe I should have said 'its' but quite like the fit of b*****d's.... it is ok to be (as you call it) petty but, I think there is a lot more to this poem than one and a half nits........ no need to be sorry either ;-) I have a broad back and will most likely edit my creation thanks to your observations.... ty again.... Bren

[Gerald Parker]

plural b******s' makes more sense

[Brendan McCallum]

Yes Gerald, good call, ty Bren

[Pete Langley]

It`s a problem for homo sapiens - this preoccupation with, this navel contemplation of death and the process of death. How will we go, where will we go, when will we go? The opposite of the existentialism - of just being, like every other species. I think it stems from our facility to fear our future - or lack of it.
Your enigmatic poem could reflect your escapist reaction to many scenarios - so in that sense it works on different levels. Trouble is, though the syntax is considered , I find the `music` pretty depressing. P

[Brendan McCallum]

Hi Pete, depressing you say? naaa, not at all, it is the big question, what harm could there ever be in having a quiet look? none I say, we are a most questioning breed of thing and that is that, unless of course you know otherwise? ......... Bren