a stitch in nine
by Jeff Mason — Read all 207 poems by Jeff Mason
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
confounding stasis,
desperate signs
of fear
preventing me
from
ever moving forward
disparate shattered sky -
a feeling - remorse
deeply running down my spine
brain swells
with fevered septic narcosis
negating any logic
i could apply
to why...
my words no longer seem complete
a guttural moan;
incoherence
drowned in causation
by crashing waves;
a noisy ocean,
announcing
ever to the victor go the spoils
from heated battles
yet
all uncaptured moments
lost to temporal shift
beget
a rift
upon the fabric
of frail dimensionality
begging
for simple tears of empathy
to grieve with thee
and quell
unstoppable rising tides;
but no confining
branches there to stick
and bind
only salty brine
that climbs;
a salient solitary breeze
lifted high
to vacant all-consuming eyes,
aware of only channels
in the grooves of
places lived,
and spaces crawled
into...
bespeaking futures
long since past the hope
of ever being realized
in repeated failed discovery,
floating leaves of dark design
drifting back into a
final fatal disdain
swirling ever faster
down an endless
hollow
drain
Copyright (c) 2005 Jeff Mason
disappointed. You paint the picture almost too well.
". . . aware of only channels
in the grooves of
places lived,
and spaces crawled
into..." Y E S !! {and "Noooooo :_" ...because who among us does not know what it feels like to be at the bottom of the well, emotionally}. Wets my appetite for more of your creations.
Thanks! 'Pea' <3
this was so vivid.. so gripping to the soul
Vesna:)
A romantic fool????
Thanks for the giggle ...one back to you!!
"Everything is funny, as long as it’s happening to somebody else."
Like this man woke up this morning...note beside his bed!!
Honey your food is on the table, your shoes polished,,,clothes on the bed..and bathwater ready. I had to go out early needed to buy you some beer!
Man got up and just everything was A ~ Okay.
Sitting down for breakfast son in front of him with a smile upon his face too.
Man ask the boy...what's Up with your mom...just everything is done and in perfect order ..what happenend last night?
Dad you came home at three...pooped as drunk as a lord...and when mom wanted to put you to bed...she wanted to take your pants down...and you yelled...HEY LADY I AM A MARRIED MAN!!
Love Tinka