Tongue bit, clamped Could taste it bleed Mixed with saliva Stifling cries of, “Please Baby, don’t leave!”
Enter time’s return rush Knowing regressions From cross words Puzzlement, smell salts Warped log cabin of make believe Where cathedral ceilings brace— Maple syrup drawn from intimacy Guess I never expressed— What she had once meant to me
Sh… Hermit crab lurches Like an old man with crooked legs Hubble, hobble, watch ‘em wobble Through scopes of spray mist… Over canvas beach Pebbles smooth, tide swell Scuttle into eternity
Sounds from perplexed hearts Crests sharp—over barbs and bark Trapper claw snaps down Spits out entrails As the earth spins side projections Giving to new life…
Finding spirit on skewed point Dissecting mind Without reach Emptiness cradles stars In the wake of shedding duck trails Shimmering waters, ululations glisten Dovetails, and billowed sails Shy eyes hid behind hair sway Sky climb to a golden age Those autumn harvest days When life sighs, breath held Chest tight, on deck over water main We rage against dying light Run out of what we mean Pour one for me Red wax drips lethargic Myopic, uptight Revealing myself Wounds close as I write “Can’t wait until love Will finally feel right.”
__________________________________________________________ Care for a reading of Can’t Wait?
A lot of this one flew right over the top of my head and warrants a few more listens! So many references to so many aspects of life and daily routine for you. Multi layered and complex Adam, very well written
Does it ever? Really? What does feeling right feel like? What a roller coaster! The imagery painted is amazing, but the complexities of the personal out weighs the shining waters of an autumn afternoon. An intense trip through genius word weaving. This will warrant another read, a few more listens….and much sympathy and empathy for the questioning heart.
too many images here to be commented on
`’ll keep *Pebbles smooth, tide swell
Scuttle into eternity..,*
since i am having a heat wave here in this part of our world
You are great ,Dustus… and I love listening to your words… which do not hesitate a second… just because they are deeply felt.
Dulce-( amateur poet)
Woah .. just catching my breath .. as it was held throughout and my chest has just expelled .. phwaor Adam .. had me gripped ..speeding up .. through such a myriad of images .. expanding out ..to myoscopically small .. there was an excitement too .. can’t explain .. but I felt it ..rollercoaster ride ? had electricity flowing .. like through veins coursing .. always without question know I am going to read something that will take me completely out of myself .. How I so wish for that ending to come true for you Adam .. Breathtakingly wonderful .. Lib ~ @Libithina
can’t believe nearly twelve months ~ and what great friends made too xx
a ton of emotion released in this great write Dustus, agreed when does love feel right my belief it feels right when one stops wondering if it ever will…then all seems to fall into place and emotions finally calmed in a sense of knowing peace….always a pleasure….bkm
dustus every word of this is honed like a knife. It took me awhile to get familiar with the way you dance your words, and the more I read, the better the dance gets. The stanza about the crab–man–I really am speechless at the way you put so much into each snapshot here. And of course, the bittersweet ending. Fine writing, adam. My pleasure to read it.
I think I might do that a lot, Randy. Did so more when reading actual books I’d write in them and deface pages to the point where borrowers get distracted by my nonsense. Just about every book I own has my half-brain scribbles in them! lol
I get what you’re saying. Yeah, I think I do that for poems I enjoy. Thanks, My Friend.
Excellent write. Your word play is, as always, a joy to read…esp. dig the second stanza. The water, sea side, certainly is where you hit your stride. Props to you, to go from dark to light, ‘can’t wait’, indeed ~
I’m not sure if love ever feels exactly right….. Not that we shouldn’t hope for that, but I think love is never simple and with it always comes heartache and great responsibilty. Enjoyed your reading of this and glimpse into your thoughts…..
Awesome!! I guess love is one of those things that no matter how one expresses it, it always feels like there was another – a better – way! And I think you have described that sense of complete incompleteness really wonderfully here Adam… Bravo!!!
I thoroughly enjoyed this poem!
Lovely prose. Deep and flowing with emotion.
Love will feel right when you love that someone more than you love yourself. Enough to be willing to die for them if you had to, then, love will feel right.
Thanks for visiting me and the lovely comment.
Sounds from perplexed hearts
Crests sharp—over barbs and bark
Trapper claw snaps down
… what words you have given to arguing. I can fight with an intensity that is in direct correlation to my degree of love for someone. After 29 years, sometimes love does feel like pain, and it might be necessary.
You had me at the beach with these beautiful metaphors for the not so beautiful difficulties in life. I could relate.
…We rage against dying light
Run out of what we mean…
Amazing descriptions Adam.
Thanks hugely for this panorama of feelings encrusted in realities that abound! How you pick and meld held-in thought and feeling and unleash them as verses that flow in a rhythmic yet unexpected way is sheer artistry! I love all the lines here but because of who I am I quote:
“…Emptiness cradles stars
In the wake of shedding duck trails
Shimmering waters, ululations glisten
Dovetails, and billowed sails
Shy eyes hid behind hair sway
Sky climb to a golden age
Those autumn harvest days…”
As always the visuals in your poem are vibrant. I get that you are looking, fighting and trying to find a love that feels right, but in your reading, I think you spoke too fast. Personal preference, but I feel like if you had slowed down a little, you could have been more emphatic with the nuances of your words. You are a master of creating an ultra visual piece though. Nice OSW
A very powerful word play! That emptiness and yearn is expressed well within.. Love is one subject that is just sooo debatable. views, opinions all float balancing themselves on thin lines. But the romance expressed wasn’t so thin here!