The Poet Speaks
Today December 27 two thousand nineteen
Start time: at sixteen minutes
after seven o'clock post meridian
End time: nine minutes after
nine o'clock post meridian.
Where the outer limits as Guiding Light
regarding twilight zone,
vis a vis edge of night
i.e. est gracia constituting caterwauling
doggone existential plight
punctuating past, present and/or
predominantly future days
of our lives (think kite)
scudding, kickstarting,
and exhibiting sight
for sore (myopic) eyes Doppler Effect
zipping, spinning, jet us sinning
within time stream spanning infinite height
(concerning self and missus,
no longer The Young the Restless,
plus All My Children,
(deux grown darling daughters),
as the world turns,
23.5 degrees relative
to our orbital plane,
nor once upon time, The Bold
and the Beautiful delight
Philly urbane guy noir once
upon time chess your
aver ridge generic white knight
in rusty armor dimly bright
oft times plumbs depth
of my psyche quite
populated with strained relations
within his birth family
serving as grist for write
ting mill, whether thy nonagenarian
father, siblings (an older/younger sister
eldest/youngest daughters tight
lipped regarding sharing travails
I rarely see them, both live out of sight
thousands miles distant, eager to take flight
as soon as opportunity prevailed,
which estranged dynamics
among all kith and kin can be to bite
yours at double scribble,
where sun don't shine, nonetheless might
as well craft birthday poems despite
any response forthcoming
(usually I can cite)
zero instances receiving slight
if any acknowledgement...,
who knows maybe one they might...
even express care and concern
which genuinely communicated
unconditional love could unite
invaluable linked bond greater than gravity,
or cosmic phenomena that doth excite
one modest organic philosophical,
quizzical, rat tickle schlemazel
ungapatchka riddled scrambling
scrivener seeking respite
with automotive issues this right
handed leftist nonestablishmentarian
plagued with general
tsuris non neophyte
to mental health issues
arising where spite
and malice gave way
to effort tubby polite
not impossible mission,
catharsis like vite
tummy soul expunging, so
yours truly can huff ford
peace of mind tonight,
and subsequent tomorrows, where
death be not proud
will transport me to another world.
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Comments
I became lost in the words; they wrapped around my unknowing mind like an octapus making their way through the rough seas, trying not to get eaten by a shark.
Favorite part:
I have to admit, I will need to look up a third of the words you used in the poem. I see the similaries with your other works, how you put into parentheses - little clues about the poem.
I have pinned it, for good reason. Maybe you could send me a messsage and clue me in on the inspiration for the poem.
Thank you so much for sharing your poem.
Enjoy your day.
purposefulness ariseth writing poetry to allow, enable, and provide language lovers such as yours truly (me), who can glimpse my exhilaration with English language. awareness prevails that over saturation employing multisyllabic words (sesquipedalian for short) can tire out even the most stalwart unknown adherent of mine. no purposeful deliberation to daze and confuse an intelligent person such yourself.
how euphoric to glean literary intimacy equally as gratifying to physical interaction (at least as applies to this logophile) daring courtesy world wide web to cross figurative paths ever so fleeting, yet such blink of the eye transience savored s if quenching an insatiable thirst. all to often, I decry brief flurry of commendable unsolicited feedback, that sparks mental scenario interacting with newly discerned cyber buddy.
matthew scott harris
Great stuff, I'm still smiling. I had to laugh a little, when you listed the long words. I have a very limited vocabular from years gone by with issues with seeing written text. I'm hopful, in the future I'll have half the vocabular as you have. You sound like you have a Master's Degree. Incredible word choices.
no master's degree, but the cumulative benefit living whereby reading (and writing) comprise primary modalities how precious leisure hours (mine) expended, especially limited to scarce finances (read checking account vaulted into non solvent). scant financial resources directly linked to maintaining a 2009 hyundai sonata, which recent spate of malfunctions disallows moseying here, there, or anywhere pacing the walls constituting this one bedroom apartment located within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania devoid of life, liberty and the pursuit of public transportation, which displeasing (rather abominable trend) diminishes with thee approaching new year, which essentially comprises another day within the contrived space time continuum, a signature artificial construct attributed to when the Gregorian calendar rendered as an endeavor to allow, enable and provide (just a random guess) synchronization with planetary movement of Earth and activities initially associated with agrarian civilization. do not take my word as gospel from Matthew - Scott Harris.