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On Any Given Sunday
On
any given
Sunday,
I'll write a poem
that is not a poem;
more like a love letter
to all the summers I've wasted;
an apology to all the moments
I've hesitated to live in.
It turns into a private sermon
preached from an empty pulpit;
a soliloquy of solitude written by
an open window, framing Springtime
and Armageddon like van Gogh.
It will be riddled with
anxiety and sweetness;
a broken syrupy pancake
too close to touching
scrambled eggs sitting
on a square plate
at a 90 degree angle.
It will become the
ghost of lips haunting
the nape of my neck;
a graveyard full of zombie
goosebumps searching for
follicles that no
longer exist.
any given
Sunday,
I'll write a poem
that is not a poem;
more like a love letter
to all the summers I've wasted;
an apology to all the moments
I've hesitated to live in.
It turns into a private sermon
preached from an empty pulpit;
a soliloquy of solitude written by
an open window, framing Springtime
and Armageddon like van Gogh.
It will be riddled with
anxiety and sweetness;
a broken syrupy pancake
too close to touching
scrambled eggs sitting
on a square plate
at a 90 degree angle.
It will become the
ghost of lips haunting
the nape of my neck;
a graveyard full of zombie
goosebumps searching for
follicles that no
longer exist.
Published 19th Apr 2020
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I like this. Sounds like a poem written by someone with a lot of time on their hands.
I like the choice of words used here to describe the way we think, the way we balance those light & dark thoughts when we find ourselves alone. :-)
I like the choice of words used here to describe the way we think, the way we balance those light & dark thoughts when we find ourselves alone. :-)
19th Apr 2020 4:26pm
A very balanced poem in clarity
The lost time that can never be returned
There is the past while at the same time facing the present realities of the current situation
It comes across like a character in either the beginning or end of a scene with bigger obstacles awaiting
The lost time that can never be returned
There is the past while at the same time facing the present realities of the current situation
It comes across like a character in either the beginning or end of a scene with bigger obstacles awaiting
