7 April 2014

Underground

Going-Underground

Quickly come, here now, always

Be mine alone and in the flesh

Too soon to tell

Of fractured dreams

That live as refugees

In the human heart

Once whole, not holy

Now under pressure

To slip, to slide, to perish

Leaving us with decay

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Desire is ever in motion

Etching patterns of loss

Against our tender palates

We’re holding on

By the skin of our teeth

Skating on the surfaces

Of our conscience

Looking for loopholes

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The clouded heart falters

For want of direction

As intuition fails

So suspicion will follow

And our secret loves

Head underground

In a worn out poetic fashion

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8 comments:

  1. Peaceful Flower8 April 2014 at 11:01

    Outstanding piece of writing!! Well done! Peace

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    1. Thank you Debra - you are too kind

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  2. Gloria Rodikis8 April 2014 at 11:33

    Your poem is great and what made me feel reading it ... Is - please God let fate be kind...

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    1. We can only hope Gloria - we can only hope

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  3. Praveen Parasar8 April 2014 at 11:55

    "Of fractured dreams
    That live as refugees..." hear it....

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    1. Thank you Praveen - much appreciated.

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    2. Praveen Parasar8 April 2014 at 12:25

      let it kill us and our soul will remain a slave still...to write!

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    3. Here's to passion Praveen - cheers

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