Once uncertain feels distance
Abysmal, lovelorn mist fraught
Lonely, lowly, sinking, hold me
Never let me go through temporoparietal injunctions
Mental storms fog, shoveled death beds
Where dropped flowers lay
White roses arise
Stemming from paralysis
Dirt strewn among the blushing clay
My heart strains when I miss your face
And dying cares to slow this pace…
Coiling off—farewell acceptance Trailing back to DNA Our bench boat warmer Because what can’t be Provisional learned lies, profit sized Unamended changing ties Fooled cause, your training wheels Blister heals as pinwheels turn Broken seals, clubbed line Derivatives at brunch time Reflecting our liquid mirrors Iced to stone Served with sprinkles Scooped into cones Leave it to Beaver
Scintillating, this mantle drifts
Aligning skull bones, in lit fused
Cosigning algorithmic, beta, fish
Over billowing horsey rides
Starfish grow limbs throughout the night
Beneath day, a cross of sand
Beyond smoldering spreads of “muster seed”
There’s us again—each grain a second
Forgetting me; not to mind
As you turn down
Plush pillow spreads
No carousel exile
Cranks carnival tunes
Crackling vitriolic, ultrasonic
Soundtracks stamp eternity
Doffing fedoras from origamic newspapers
Placebos in your Coke and wafers
Kindness never asked for favors
Running red lights
She howled in labor
As the morphine drips…
Sandy seconds ensconce frail wonder
Tick-drops, bleating thunder
What’s that again?
Wind chimes entangle
Cat tail run
Under rocking chair
Pinched ivy vines
Rusted watering cans
Dreg coffee grinds
Fresh sheets billow country laundry lines
Detergent to the blacklighting moon
Humid swelling summer nights
Her leg sways in sundress, to bluegrass
Mandolins, banjo picked
Lip-licked, swing pushed
Reality over Everest
I was there
Few lines measure
Tenderness until buried
Blood and grist
Unobserved en masse
Before holding back, your hair
Only time hearing swears
Supplicant before porcelain
Cold compress to forehead
Throw rugs and beach blankets
False alarms, miscarriage
Like our sea this afterbirth
Brine stew, circuit breaks
For two that is
Really one—what a deal!
Once knowing love
Carry on this being
Your certain return
Recalls warm new eyes
An apocalypse of pupils
Blinking bulbs of feeling was
When our children first called me
Daddy, it was their mother’s garden
Were Lilith tended floral bloom
Aching through time
We are nothing
Except for another’s memory
Reality being what disintegrates
Crumbling into liver splotches
Broken time pieces
Tears watering hospital lots
Among the oil stained stalls
Past vacation spots
Means to end
Beauty, I could
Hoping not to
Home, emotions swell
Of principled uncertainty
Vibrations, atomic energy
Coded bones, human genome
Stemming from cells
This naked room
Leading to continue…
Fumbling amid the apathy Blinded by universal surrender, fate Overlook, pathology Born back into dreams of oblivion Among the hints that banish afterlife Finding each other Lost from age Yet closer through time shared Existing until the end of our days
Would you like to hear me read my poem?
*The above photograph is courtesy of UK photographer & friend Fee Easton. Fee returns to One Stop Poetry for a second time. Her photos comprise today’s One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt challenge.
Wow Adam this is a journey….!!!… 🙂 Felt a lifetime wrapped up in it and this sense of retiring and getting “away” on a “time share” <merged sense if I'm gathering this correctly. I'm always one who loves the work that depicts something endless, and the last stanza really nails it…however your talent never ceases to amaze me…. 🙂 certainly going to miss reading these for awhile (time put off until the 22nd leaving – get 'em whilst I can ;)) I WILL be back eventually though *hugs dear friend and please do keep a smile!!! As for me, I'm trying…take care of yourself…stay GOLDEN! 😉 ~April
“We are nothing except for another’s memory” Wow. That’s a powerful thought. Difficult to think that a lifetime of experiences can be gone when no one remembers them. Intense and thought provoking poem.
Adam, quite the ride here, monsieur. A gamut of emotions during the course of driving the path of life you’ve cut with this text. I had a few particular favorite spots, but I think that “coded bones, human genome; stemming from cells” is the one that stood out, and fittingly, at the end of your poem. Great response to the prompt.
Well well well, I thoroughly enjoyed this stream of love and life lessons woven into what is, at its core, technically a very tight poem. It reads as though it flowed from mind to paper, yet closer looks reveal this flow did not allow the poem suffer in any way it might have done in terms of style. Particularly, I loved the portions of internal rhyme and word-play, perhaps best captured by the “pinwheels” stanza which leads into the gorgeous slice of word-play “…seals, clubbed…”. Epic journey, but one I travelled quickly, which is testament to your skill as a writer and poet. Nice response Adam.
You’re mention of morphine brought me back to my mother’s death bed as she received more of the drug to ease the pain of cancer. She was delusional and talked about all kinds of unrelated, sometimes fantastic things. Your poem could almost be a recording of such a scene. Amazing.
thanks adam for featuring my photos and writing your poetry around them… completely overwhelming for me to read them… and particularly like to hear your voice as you speak them. this photo was taken in happier times for me….
A sprawling journey into character and history…raw and emotional, surging with expression, with some true power lines for life: “We are nothing except for another’s memory” one of the ones that sticks most in my mind.
Oh my. I worked as a nurse with death and dying for so many years and you transported me back to one of many death’s I’ve attended where, as loved ones watch, stories and memories recreate a life that is about to end. This is stunning, Adam.
wow…i wanted to use this photo,but it brought back memories of my parents.great take on the prompt…i was just on the beach this week and wished my mom and dad were there to see the majesty…you captured the togetherness and love of this couple.well done.bravo!
Thank you for visiting me and your encouraging words. I read this tenderly as both of my elderly parents have died in the last two years and I work for Hospice in my city. So many contrasting phrases describing what was then and is now… resonates deeply. ‘ Til death do us part’ isn’t really true is it?
I really found this to be an intriguing piece. I enjoyed the intermixed elements of reflective grace and the more carnal examination of the life partner journey. I unfortunately have yet to listen, look forward to hearing you read this one. Will return soon for that 😉 The closing stanza was profoundly beautiful. ~ Rose
truly a piece that all readers may take from…some wonderful lines, internal rhymes, end rhymes and overall play with words, but not just for words sake (if that makes sense)… 3rd and 4th stanza, esp. first few lines, are brilliant (very partial to the image of holding the hair, such a loving image)…a tribute to time remembered, indeed ~
You really opened the floodgates here, adam. I read it yesterday but my brain was just mush. Today it’s even more amazing, and I’ll add, full of an odd twisted and kaleidoscopic beauty to me. esp like “…Doffing fedoras from origamic newspapers…’ and the reference to Lilith, to the laundry lines, and all the spotless internal rhyme and slant rhyme, like ‘coded bones/human genomes” etc. One of your very best, and that truly puts it up there, my friend.
[…] Time Shared (via Dustus’ Blog) May 17, 2011 by Fee Easton Once uncertain feels distance Abysmal, lovelorn mist fraught Lonely, lowly, sinking, hold me Never let me go through temporoparietal injunctions Mental storms fog, shoveled death beds Where dropped flowers lay White roses arise Stemming from paralysis Dirt strewn among the blushing clay My heart strains when I miss your face And dying cares to slow this pace… Coiling off—farewell acceptance Trailing back to DNA Our bench boat warmer Because wha … Read More […]
Hey first time on your blog and i am kind of just staring cause never seen something so unusual and beyond words a thing..Lovely poem..
and the narration just as superb as the feelings contained in this piece..