Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Proof

Some pleasures that I’ve sought to shun
enjoyed would see my world undone
for am I not my mother’s son—

aware the bottle’s less than half
but daily forcing out a laugh
insisting on a full carafe;

and though it caused her cruel demise
I’ll snuggle up with all my lies
until the fire takes my eyes

unless I can remain stiff willed
embracing passions unfulfilled,
a spirit stronger when distilled.

4 comments:

Noah the Great said...

This has a great sadness intertwined in the words; perhaps, it's the silence between.

Dimps said...

It seems true emotions are portrayed thru the medium of this poem...

Great verbiage (like always) and last para is the killer!

Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com

rch said...

Hey Noah, yes still much unresolved in this, thanks.

Hi Dimps, thanks to you again, I'm glad you found my site and I must add in your link.

Anonymous Poet said...

This piece has a somber, haunting quality. The contrast between the subject matter and the nature of the expression also strikes me. To me, this piece is a dense nugget of intesity expressed in un-complicated language. Together, these two aspects make for an interesting tension.

(Interesting use of "carafe" in a poem, BTW. Can't recall ever seeing that word used in verse).