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October Poems 2024 >> dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 22
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
just let me get the hell out of your face
and save myself from consummate disgrace.
feel free to strike my name out of your book,
me disentangle from your cloying hook.
the price of love may be a sacrifice
of sanity, to gain fool’s paradise
—or, better still, the lonely hangman’s noose,
whose living were superior in recluse.
no man on earth could love you as i do,
no heart could brand you with more fervent glue;
but, what the heck, flourish blind confidence!
i famish with the greater evidence
that perfect fear may void imperfect hearts,
whose eminence booms not of private arts,
but secret, sacred, sacrificial love
that shallow seekers are unworthy of.
i take my leave into my oyster shell,
where may reside new mysteries that compel
the shattered spirit to rejuvenate
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate.
© Copyright 2024 October 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
DAY 22
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
just let me get the hell out of your face
and save myself from consummate disgrace.
feel free to strike my name out of your book,
me disentangle from your cloying hook.
the price of love may be a sacrifice
of sanity, to gain fool’s paradise
—or, better still, the lonely hangman’s noose,
whose living were superior in recluse.
no man on earth could love you as i do,
no heart could brand you with more fervent glue;
but, what the heck, flourish blind confidence!
i famish with the greater evidence
that perfect fear may void imperfect hearts,
whose eminence booms not of private arts,
but secret, sacred, sacrificial love
that shallow seekers are unworthy of.
i take my leave into my oyster shell,
where may reside new mysteries that compel
the shattered spirit to rejuvenate
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate.
© Copyright 2024 October 21
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 22nd Oct 2024
| Edited 24th Oct 2024
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23rd Oct 2024 00:07am
Such a profound piece, Cab. These birthday offerings have been some of your best work.
24th Oct 2024 9:48pm
Thank you, Ahavati.
Were I to try to tell you of all the emotions that have been parading through my heart, you would find it simply overwhelming. Writing it all out into verse keeps me from becoming utterly overwhelmed.
Note therefore, that all these emotions are real and live - even as they navigate between elation, defamation, celebration, and grief.
Each October poem reflects the emotion of the day, as I face, head on, whatever it has to offer. BUT, I believe I triumph in every case.
Were I to try to tell you of all the emotions that have been parading through my heart, you would find it simply overwhelming. Writing it all out into verse keeps me from becoming utterly overwhelmed.
Note therefore, that all these emotions are real and live - even as they navigate between elation, defamation, celebration, and grief.
Each October poem reflects the emotion of the day, as I face, head on, whatever it has to offer. BUT, I believe I triumph in every case.
