Before Dark I

[dr_con]

Before Dark I

 

Good you noticed I started drinking

out of depression rather than joy

Sometimes

the shadow we cast is of a past life

today in the bright cold morning

the figure was from Flaubert

maybe Doyle or Dickens

 

A flared cape and a Germanic travelers hat

the hint of smoke from what may be a wand

what did he know of war or love- more than this

present incarnation- who needs to be retaught

the preciousness of this gift

this life

 

at once romantic and ordinary

always striving to be different

more this than that

that than this

 

watching these shadows and their associations

believing the crowd of heroes villains and none

are absolute and solid until the inevitable night

obscures these pretensions

reducing distinctions

Now we see

 

what will come.

[rumisong]

Gezzuss, what is it with youall today?

 

this is FANTASTIC stuff, DC (&J)

 

the very first line brought me right where I wanted to be for the rest of it-- which is actually, a comfortable place for me to be in-- with which to watch the world from that perch-- past and present, within and without-- Im used to this kind of world-- a sad and Flagrantly intellectual one-- deeply philosophical, that would drink philosophy under the table, if it wanted too-- Poem Noir--

 

yes...

[tonyv]

Just what I needed, Juris, some more depression, lol. But really, the last lines --

 

Now we see

 

what will come

 

-- are especially bodeful. I can feel the coming of the night.

 

Tony

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

im going to getb high on oxy contemn then i will reply. excellent shit. muhawww

w.

[Aleksandra]

Again, something different than usual from you, Juris. I loved this poem. It tells many things. I like the title, and the ending part is wonderful, it gives a sense of calm but it's very powerful. I must say, this is beautiful poem.

 

Aleksandra

[Tinker]

Wow DC, I love it. The honesty of this piece carries it. Life isn't always pretty, it just is what it is.

 

Sometimes

the shadow we cast is of a past life

today in the bright cold morning

the figure was from Flaubert

maybe Doyle or Dickens

 

watching these shadows and their associations

believing the crowd of heroes villains and none

are absolute and solid until the inevitable night

obscures these pretensions

reducing distinctions

Now we see

 

what will come.

 

~~Tink