I wish you would stop listening

[Omar]

And I wish you would stop listening,
And I would stop talking about everything,
Time under the sun would get frozen
And life would drowse with the lilies,
-And God would stop proceeding-
Till the moon stands still.


I hope you drown in the breeze
To see how tender things could kill you;
Soft petals can make you -forever- sleep
And Blue eyes fiercely strangle you.
soft thorns in your skin pike your dreams,
The Wings of butterflies hurl you.
And this is the precious ocean
That has buried you.
As soft as I could be -the lights of the city
Subdued-

[tonyv]

Omar, if I could stop listening, I would listen. One of the reasons I don't listen to music often these days is I get too caught up in it: I would get lost, and I wouldn't get anything else "essential" done. So, I don't listen, unless I "fall off the wagon" and can't help it. Lovely poem.

Tony

[Omar]

@tonyv thanks so much.

[goldenlangur]

This reminds one of Adorno:

“… to write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.”

How powerfully you describe this dilemma of the writing creed: 

“And I wish you would stop listening,
And I would stop talking about everything . . .”

How ironic that we continue to write even when all seem so hopeless.

Poignant and beautiful, Omar.

 

goldenlangur