A Poem by highonwords


they teach in math -
the positive dissolution
of two negativities,
that similarity frees
from the bondage of solitude,
that two solitary beings
will cease to exist,
terrified more of another life,
not only made of skin and bones,
but desire and procreation


no one seems more afraid
than the wanderer,
who takes after the emptiness
of flight, after each descent
observes the runes on clocks,
ages and sits as a hollow Sphinx
on a big highway,
riddling civilization
with its dim shadow
and vague portentousness
on the ancient cycle of birth


after a breakdown,
i have gone into a new terrain
of loveliness,
i never question myself,
i just forgave their dues,
and paid with my whole heart
what i was owed,
then i came close to life,
it wasn't odd or pretty,
it was not plain un-beautiful
it was just me and people,
some, plain alive, some, dangerous,
some, just getting by, some, hardly


there were times,
that time forgot its purpose,
its path towards dissimulation,
it's at those times,
that i've felt contentment
settle into my tired arms,
aware i was not brilliant,
i was not happy -
that was perfectly clear,
its surrealism, monumental
and unquestionable,
in comical time


© 2017 highonwords

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My word, what an incredibly powerful poem I have just read, three times over, I might add. Delighted to have been the first, damn sure I won't be the last, not by a long chalk, I imagine. And that my fine literary friend, is precisely what you have made me do.....N

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NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..