one pill
nothing.
except for the ether
fragrance rising and falling
between the pages of absence
caught in the blankets.
his head lies, his eyes
continue to swim in
the gyre of midnight.
two pills
flicker.
the curves of the ‘s’
fall off his tongue and
leave a spiral on the ceramic.
the morning will slobber
its honeyed tongue, and the
toast will jump
up and panic.
three pills
somber.
those voices sucked up their
cold hands. the shadows
buried the cuffs. because
the evening wears clothes,
clocks tick time, and tender
ghosts morph into my bones
tonight.
i hear the soft sounds of the
Nighttime Singer unfurling
the notes of slow chamber music
deep into my veins. my glued-focus
watches the slow dance of velvet
darkness hold me. She unties my
consciousness – still hanging on
with a white hand – and tells me
to rest, and let the liquid night
wash me and slowly evanesce.
PhilosopherPoet
P.S. – This poem originally appeared on this site: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/PhilosopherPoet/556247/
Posted by buttercup600 on July 20, 2010 at 1:11 am
watches the slow dance of velvet…darkness hold me!! That sends chills down my spine…such a powerful poem so creatively decriptive. I am subscribing to your blog and look forward to read your work. Awesome!! ~ Hugs x
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Posted by Jingle on September 25, 2010 at 9:45 pm
natural but beautiful word flow…
thanks for the treat!
Posted by Jingle on September 25, 2010 at 9:46 pm
let it sing,
let the water fall…
everything in your poem is simply beautiful…
have fun visiting and reading, let me know after you are done…
BEST!
Posted by kyoichi on September 26, 2010 at 2:35 am
so rest.
weird, this reminded me of dullahans,
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Posted by Bodhirose on September 26, 2010 at 5:06 am
Very powerful and descriptive of the fleeting, darkness of ease that “pills” can bring–but look what they take…
Posted by Sina Saberi : The Blog on September 26, 2010 at 4:35 pm
I feel for him very much, he could be me.
Posted by thewhitebuffalowoman on September 27, 2010 at 3:46 am
Very pretty ending!
Posted by childofagodunseen on September 27, 2010 at 6:55 am
I like the flow, something about this poem pulls me in.
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Posted by Reetam Majumder on September 27, 2010 at 9:34 am
because
the evening wears clothes,
clocks tick time, and tender
ghosts morph into my bones…
wow.
wow.
that was surreal.
http://superhero-blues.blogspot.com/2010/04/kites-and-thunderstorms.html
Posted by vivinfrance on September 29, 2010 at 2:30 pm
Wow! This is a really lovely poem.
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Posted by philosopherpoet on October 1, 2010 at 8:27 pm
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. Apologies for the late reply, been busy juggling RL (Real Life).
