Nonsense

There is meaning here. Even when it all feels like nonsense. Or maybe it's only nonsense when we think there is meaning . . . .

Dark in this

is the last day

I can’t see you.

I can believe you fuel

samething dearness alike

terrible

bewilding in this fairness:

jackrabbit

light and the dark

hollow, hollow, hollow.

The tears flowing 

following me down the dark hole.

dearness and loneliness and few-- so few

waiting for the next day

and the relay

of that night to this night.

the waving folding in of

gnarled hands

enveloped of wanting to be back

where it isn’t so hard.

to feel joyflying,

not sweltering,

suffocating blanketed want.

Samething this darkness

Want of need.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

This would have made one hell of a painting.

Reading it cold - the first time, well, the mind wants to change - to correct (in its own view) words necessarily chosen to drive a harsh emotional impact into something more fitting of our own mind's belief of intent. Reaching the end, well, like I said - one hell of a painting.

[aria]

You are a lovely man. Thank you.

[Neon]

Nice poem, it's realistic. This poem's concerned with some realistic moments, keep on.

[aria]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Darkness is a need and nonsense is a want for so many...Bravo

[aria]

Thank you for your comment;

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).......................

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You know, this reminds me of "Through the Looking Glass", when Alice is attempting to decipher the text in the beginning of the story. Sometimes it takes sitting with something and really listening to truly see the intention emerge.

[aria]

Yes. I agree. Sometimes we can sift through the sand and find a gem here and there. I don't know if that is the case here. I tried. Mostly it is just very personal. Like I used to write as a teenager. Therapeutic poetry can be this secret diary type of note to oneself. If others can feel something or "find" something then that is a bonus. Sometimes it is more about just trying to figure myself out. Does that make sense?

[zainul]

Thought provoking write.
Thanks for sharing.

[aria]

Thanks for reading!

[zainul]

You are most welcome,Aria.:)

[Ed Hart]

to me the poet is calibrated by the skilled configurations of the muse, in all the places of the heart...so glad i stopped by

[aria]

Thank you, Ed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this feels so much like a humanistic version of Watership Down.

do we stay or do we go...and if we stay, can we escape the darkness...and if we go, are we just heading towards a different darkness.

[aria]

You are such a clever man! More clever than I could ever claim to be. You see things that I mean to have meant or maybe I meant but didn't know I said. Yes. Choosing. And trying to look at where to go next. And the struggle. But how it's all worth it. How even when it doesn't make sense it means something. Or how we need for it to mean something. How we need love to mean something. How we want it so much it becomes need. Joyflying. Soullaughing. Bewilding. You are dear to me, love. Or something like that . . .