0131021 morning

[The second]

0131021 MORNING

Everything romantic in this morning will be erased
The poetry and art of the hour, the sweat as I wake
The fluid I need, nothing will remain
On to the job without a light for my way
Catching a few silent moments
Before opening and closing the door
I often listen to the media until it’s time to go
But lately not so
Needing sometime of quiet
To let everything blend to vanilla or grey
I feel like a leaf, always changing
Day after day
Growing in colors and movement
Inevitably falling to stay
There is a bitter taste in my mouth
I no longer crave the sensation of sweet
Not so many days ago
Gold was still yellow and clean
While the filth and trash remain on the street
Now the nights have their way
I can’t help myself but the seasons to hate
When passing from harvesting
Into conjuring up some sort of bridge
Bering a strait
Make believe compasses
Taking us through the darknesses
True anxieties of depression consume
Terror of the unknown is for me
The multiverse maze rat I am
Gnawing away at being and home
Why did God invent me to suffer?
I did love once and think still I can
But how will that happen?
Because hope eludes me
I lay prostrate here before you
Dead with my plan
In the weakest of state
Morning after morning and morning
For the mourning of man

RDS
THE SECOND

[Electron.John]

Depressing but very well done. What does the title mean? It looks like Jan. 31, 21 with an extra 0 in there.

[The second]

i started this poem many years ago the title has to do with time and temperature thank you

[lunar glide]

You write with so much intensity it intoxicates.. yes well done!

[The second]

many thanks

[RhymeLovingWriter]

So many lines I love in this TS...I agree with LG...there is intensity here. Keep the bruised and beautiful coming...

Your closing, for me, brought to mind Isaiah 50:4-7:



The Lord GOD has given me

a well-trained tongue,

That I might know how to answer the weary

a word that will waken them.

Morning after morning

he wakens my ear to hear as disciples do;


The Lord GOD opened my ear;

I did not refuse,

did not turn away.


I gave my back to those who beat me,

my cheeks to those who tore out my beard;

My face I did not hide

from insults and spitting.


The Lord GOD is my help,

therefore I am not disgraced;

Therefore I have set my face like flint,

knowing that I shall not be put to shame.

[The second]

thank you rlw