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The Day Has Come
I secretly wished
Blaze would increase
accounting terms
so I could take
wholesale discount
insisting on sixty days
secret hopes
hidden wishes
they've never come true for me
but you know that
you've seen them
hidden wishes
secret dreams
like that one I have
when
music plays
(oh you know it well)
the music plays
you waltz in the door
secret wishes
hidden dreams
or the one when the curtains close
(yes that dream)
when the curtains close
our skins meet
dancing in embrace
(no poem I've read, ever described that properly)
hidden dreams
secret wishes
or the hope that
the sprint to the altar is so
dashingly beautiful
our shoes are left behind
secret wishes
hidden dreams
while you sit
drawn to the hospital
calling the words
we once
knew
writing suicide
parties
and explaining the murder
of the reader
hidden dreams
secret wishes
I sit
in the light of a
quarter moon
wondering if profesy
would come true
If I'd have packed
up my family
sold my belongings
my loved
arm chair
Starting again
with an emoji
of a heart cracked
in
two
The only difference
between broken here
or broken there
is here
I know the way home
secret dreams
hidden wishes
but hey, how's your tea?
-x-
Blaze would increase
accounting terms
so I could take
wholesale discount
insisting on sixty days
secret hopes
hidden wishes
they've never come true for me
but you know that
you've seen them
hidden wishes
secret dreams
like that one I have
when
music plays
(oh you know it well)
the music plays
you waltz in the door
secret wishes
hidden dreams
or the one when the curtains close
(yes that dream)
when the curtains close
our skins meet
dancing in embrace
(no poem I've read, ever described that properly)
hidden dreams
secret wishes
or the hope that
the sprint to the altar is so
dashingly beautiful
our shoes are left behind
secret wishes
hidden dreams
while you sit
drawn to the hospital
calling the words
we once
knew
writing suicide
parties
and explaining the murder
of the reader
hidden dreams
secret wishes
I sit
in the light of a
quarter moon
wondering if profesy
would come true
If I'd have packed
up my family
sold my belongings
my loved
arm chair
Starting again
with an emoji
of a heart cracked
in
two
The only difference
between broken here
or broken there
is here
I know the way home
secret dreams
hidden wishes
but hey, how's your tea?
-x-
Published 4th May 2017
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5th May 2017 00:01am
Al, I enjoy reading this poem. I like how you interchange the wishes and dreams with each stanza. I guess the difference between dreams and wishes is ones state of consciousness. I also appreciate the intimacy and romance in the piece. I used to write quite a bit of erotica but lately those words don't materialize. I'd hate to think that I've lost my yen for passion. As I get older I understand better Hamlet's words to his mother:
"You cannot call it love, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment."
(Promise I won't quote Will in my next comment)
Bravo Sir Al!
"You cannot call it love, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble,
And waits upon the judgment."
(Promise I won't quote Will in my next comment)
Bravo Sir Al!
6th May 2017 8:03am
Haha! Don't you dare! I love the quotes... They're wonderful. Passion is an interesting thing. It seems to come and go. Increase and decrease in strength and grow according to the real world goings on. Thank you for the visit, comment and quote. Al
5th May 2017 11:49am
6th May 2017 8:00am
Anonymous
5th May 2017 4:20pm
60 days, eh? I was only kidding when I suggested doing another 30.
I feel like a piece of burnt toast.
I feel like a piece of burnt toast.
6th May 2017 7:58am
I'm sure you do... I expected some of you to drop out.... just out of default but getting 150 out was amazing. Yeah needed to reply and made a pact to do so after the comp. Oh well the time had come. Thanks for being around good fellow. Strangely when Missy and I were advocating your involvement in the critique series, don't think either of us expected you to take over the whole house... bwaah how things work out. Just in incredible really. Well hope it all works out positively for you all. ;) Al
Anonymous
6th May 2017 7:40pm
Well, I have no intention of taking over anything. My critiques as well as co-hosting NaPo are purely voluntarily and I will gladly continue doing both along side Ahavati in an unofficial capacity. She is by far the most positive force in poetry that I have ever experienced in the last 15 years and the best thing to happen to DUP.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th May 2017 10:58am
8th May 2017 10:55am
It's the brackets in this that tell the real story. Read in order they communicate their own micro-poem within a poem. An inception of sorts.
The stanza about the sprint to the altar is beautiful. There's something about that barefoot rush that just communicates something so pure about human beings. That we are all just skin, wanting to find connection with other skin.
The subtle repetition of 'secret dreams, hidden wishes' is a nice little verbal anchor through the piece. However I question how secret they are after reading the whole piece. Suddenly we know all about them.
One spelling edit > Profesy - Prophecy
Neat little write this one, packed with emotion and images. Enjoyed.
Ps- You don't entertain tea, you caffeinated lactose intolerant liberal. Heh.
The stanza about the sprint to the altar is beautiful. There's something about that barefoot rush that just communicates something so pure about human beings. That we are all just skin, wanting to find connection with other skin.
The subtle repetition of 'secret dreams, hidden wishes' is a nice little verbal anchor through the piece. However I question how secret they are after reading the whole piece. Suddenly we know all about them.
One spelling edit > Profesy - Prophecy
Neat little write this one, packed with emotion and images. Enjoyed.
Ps- You don't entertain tea, you caffeinated lactose intolerant liberal. Heh.
8th May 2017 1:47pm
Hello you! Thank you so much for popping in and putting your mark on this (means the world). Hey you're giving bracket poetry exposure (brackets love you). Thank you for the edit, appreciate your eye (amongst other things). Thank you for calling my work neat, kind of you! Al P.S. Two months on tea (Rooibos) do you get Rooibos in the UK? mucho love @ Ya!
Anonymous
- Edited 8th May 2017 3:20pm
8th May 2017 3:18pm
(Damn brackets)
Rooibos - Yes. The earthy red tea. But I call it Redbush, because I'm common as shit. I've become quite partial to Honeybush tea last few months, which I'm quite sure is African. It's actually similar in flavour to Redbush, but is that little bit sweeter. A tiny smidge of honey really accentuates the whole drinking experience.
(This episode of tea tasting notes was presented to you by Missy's edition of tea fascist's weekly. Please subscribe on the left.)
Rooibos - Yes. The earthy red tea. But I call it Redbush, because I'm common as shit. I've become quite partial to Honeybush tea last few months, which I'm quite sure is African. It's actually similar in flavour to Redbush, but is that little bit sweeter. A tiny smidge of honey really accentuates the whole drinking experience.
(This episode of tea tasting notes was presented to you by Missy's edition of tea fascist's weekly. Please subscribe on the left.)
9th May 2017 9:56am
I joined but never got a confirmation link, might need to check your php? settings or somethings.... Thanks for the smiles and the limited edition tea experience. (smiles) Al
