Visions sizzle this dark night orange
stomping power
stomping pain
stomping heaving sobs of rain.
In this place where I’ve landed
language is muffled
and sleep jumps numbers like sheep.
Back up.
Where am I?
Single in repose.
Up -rightness averts its existence
with eyes that won’t say hello.
Nothing can fix anything
that can’t learn
to let it be.
Brenda Warren 2014
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This is terrific. I really like sizzle as a verb in your opening – and very strong first stanza. You had me right there… the rhythm and pauses and ending sealed the deal. Well done!!
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Yes, some things best be left alone! It may present hidden opportunities in fact! Wonderful write Brenda!
Hank
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The march of the aftermath is heavy and unrelenting..i could feel that in the opening words..and then..the breath and pause..makes all the difference to how long it lingers i suppose..
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Even if we forget the Beatles for a moment. Peaceable lives are usually spoiled by interference both on the micro and macro scale. How much more beautiful life is if we try love others as they are, as we are all different. Mind you it takes some time to realize that!
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There is wisdom in your words, OE. Thank you.
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I agree. Sometimes we just need to let things be. We can’t ‘fix’ everything.
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Thank you, Belva.
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Love it. Doesn’t sound sad just more acceptance of things or maybe you shouldn’t 😉
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Thanks, Cathy.
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Brenda, nice use of language here. It flows beautifully. However, I hope you are not feeling this angst, and it is just fiction.
Pamela ox
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The angst was there in small quantity. The drama queen that can live in me, amplified it for this piece. Thank you Pamela!
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I just noticed that the words “let it be” end both of my last two poems. Maybe I’m trying to tell myself something. Or perhaps, I just need to listen to the Beatles more often.
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I would do both. 🙂
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Thank you Sabra.
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