Midnight

By celticman

Sun, 03 Apr 2011
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8 comments
 

Sitting on the roof
of my life.
It’s midnight.
A good book in my hand
The young are different.
The old are the same.
Sitting on the right.
Sitting on the left.
God, naked greed
and the promised land.

Hang me high.
Hang me high
A man without a choice.
A man without a voice.
What’s in a name?
Wait and see.
You know nothing of me.
A dark cockroach mind,
egocentric and blind.

The burning slurry of culet,
scrapes and cuts and bytes
a prism of painful memories
hung on a purple stain of heart.
But the scent of spring
is a fiery tapering
Redemption: a new start?

Certificate U
Poem
Drama

Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on
There's a great deal to like here CM : 'A dark cockroach mind, egocentric and blind' 'Culet', a new word to me, base of a diamond? atb Lena xx

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
I've been looking forward to this celticman and lena is right there is a great deal to like and lines like: The burning slurry of culet, scrapes and cuts and bytes I really like. The ending also works very well. For me the only bit that doesn't work is about the flowery genitals which I think is ironic? - in fact I think it's just the 'private parts' bit which sounds odd, although it might be just me. Really enjoyed this one. :-)

 

Submitted by celticman on
Thanks Lena and fatboy. I'm not a poet like you two, but just playing with words. So appreciated. And you're right those lines were weird fatboy. Maybe says something about the narrator.

 

Submitted by hilary west on
I liked some of the images in this : ' a dark cockroach mind' a hint of the sinister, and 'but the scent of spring is a fiery tapering'.

 

Submitted by celticman on
Thanks Hilary, poetic ramblings, well if it could be classified as poetic. Thanks for reading.

 

Submitted by littleditty on
His new start through a prism of painful memories Hung on a purple stain of heart. Poet! Poetic -you're busted:) poet type! Going to read more of your prose now..

 

Submitted by celticman on
I'm never a poet litteditty. Your poem was great. My prose is a bit raw, but if you get into it, it's a bit better.

 

Submitted by littleditty on
i thought the first was poetry like song lyrics, blues, agree with other's fav bits - i've been reading Bill, but i am slow reader with prose, so way behind *looks for glasses..