Some Quiet Saloon

To John, with love and squalor -

I am not earth, or nebulous. I have conceptions.

What I am blind to, I forbid, later on.

Not as it looks, suffocated by indifference or love.

She was cruel, only once -

The fist of a caring poet, or maybe a slave, circular.

Hardly ever now I digress to here. It is an opposite door,

Smoke tinged. I ignored his appeal, played low.

I say out loud, it is not part of me. It is static.

Drum skin faces and sunlight bring us close, sometimes.

 

Tomorrow he will be a desert. A mirage crippled tall.

Closed eyes do not pressure me to be who I am not.

He remains still, looks away from the truth, to nightlights, to stars.

I sense his face, and keep it without faith.

He gives me no smile and his feet are bound.

Somehow just there, seeming not important, as such. He did not stay.

Nights, it is those words that replace the quiet.

Outside of him is a young boy breathing above the earth,

Outside of him an old man gallops away -

Like a glorious buffalo.

 

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

For every line, no - every word and thought, you blow me away - I miss you around here, you are truly a favourite writer of mine and this is sensational. I find myself lingering within your visions and thoughts, vibrantly so! It is like opening doorways to the mind, reading you :) x

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you so much Poppy. I hope you are good, I am so sorry I have not been read much of late, I miss my girls on here. I cherish your reviews, truly. Much love -
Rosalind
-xx-

[Ruth]

My pleasure hon, and no worries, life happens lol x

[M.A. Biggam]

..."gallops away -
Like a glorious buffalo."

As did alll the great buffalo, galloped or chased. Yearning imagery here, evokes thoughts of a forgotten history, maybe an unknown future.. Bravo.

[Leslie Philibert]

This I find impressive for the creative use of language..you write well...

[h d e rushin]

once again I am slain by the conveyancing transfer of verse into ever moving spirit. And I have to sit
quiet, with even the refrigerator unplugged, to catch each and every interchange of logic and conversion.
You stay away too long Rosalind even though your voice summons before the tribunal, poets to be
patient. To sing from within. To love madly, out loud.

I missed you.
dana

[Mickey Hilts]

really good job here, love the end lines, sometimes difficult to know what you're saying and I love that, imagery as ever is astounding. Another great poem

[icelandicblue]

This is moody with a tinge of disdain. I enjoyed many of your images but my favorite was the end with the boy up above and the old man running away...who are we anyway?

[kublakhan27]

This is an astounding piece of poetry Rosalind...it is impossible to read this only once...the imagery, the mood, the characters, the setting, it's all so rich...an incredibly ambitious piece...I tip my hat to your poetic talent :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you dear friend -
-x-

[Anand Sehgal]

very good characterization. many moods, many men,many mannerisms :)
that is how I would like to sum up :)
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[Baby Ricochet]

Lots of interesting imagery and emotion here. Good job

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for penning...:)...................