Dichotomy in F Sharp


                               i

she stands alone staring out her window pane

while the trucks go west and the cars go east,

a blurry dance after the needle’s left.

she scratches the places she lies about

-like just another flea bite on her arm-

tonight it will take me, tonight it will be 

she prays in her mind, she prays in her mind.

 

he will wait for me after the sentence is passed

she practises saying before the dull silver mirror

swaying, swimming, and grabbing table and chair

black ovals running reckless with careless remorse-

her colors colliding with the sharp stinging stick,

she lays on the carpet, letting loose of all care.

                                      

                                   ii

he lays in the covers enclosed like a womb

passion with position, placement and pillow

steeping in memory after bedtime routine.

he stabs in the dark with a careless delight

the dreams of the ocean wide with sea foam

as sailing alone to where waters collide

the figures all passing, the figures all gone.

 

he practices the faces, the lines, and the songs

the nights and the days, the storms and the calm

the mountains, the valleys, the sheep by the sea

the motions, the dances, the dialogue, the tea.

he stretches to take them, and cuddle them near

but wakes with a start to find they’re not there.

but silence is fleeting, while the Faithful One is kind

so he closes his eyes again…with God on his mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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4 Responses to Dichotomy in F Sharp

  1. reocochran says:

    This may be one of your best, the dichotomy of the break up of a relationship is painful. But you are correct, God is there whenever we wish him to give us solace or comfort. Take care, my friend! Robin

  2. Kirsten says:

    POWERFUL! I’m glad you ended it the way you did with God on his mind. I know that God’s heart breaks for addicts. I tried so hard to fill the hole in my heart with anyone and anything to stop the pain. Never realizing that only God could fill that hole. Wonderful poem!

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