Following like kittens a dancing light
The sparks of neurons beam their plight.
Dimmed spirits drift in the dark,
Each unaware of their converging arc.
Minds touch and borrow thoughts,
Having thirsted the ill of love lost.
So unconsciously playing games,
Seeking cerebrums perchance to tame.
All the while sweet reason sleeps,
Heedless of what's emerged from deep
Inside, content to hide
Their tarnished childhood slide.
Unable to divine truth in relationships,
Theirs is to find pain of another's lips.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / September 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2017 09:00
- Comment from author about the poem: See A Touch published yesterday at MPS. Using some of the same lines the poem was rewritten with a different resolution. What makes two people who will never fit together, one perhaps an abuser, find one another even in the dark?
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Some great lines here - especially like ; minds touch and borrow thoughts; super stuff.
Borrowed them from other minds I've probed. Looking a yours at the moment. Ah, there's an interesting bit of juicy history. Hey, hey. Hope you don't mind the tease. Thanks for reading and the comment.
This is a great poem! The last couplet so powerful. I agree with DS. Perfection!
Thank you so much. Wondered about how to end it as I do,with all poems. Glad you liked it.
touching write,enjoyed
No pun intended of course. Thanks. I appreciate it.
I feel the turmoil and love the line about sleeping sweet reason. Fine job Augustus.
You are one of the sweet reasons why I continue to try to come here often.
You are so very kind. Thanks!
"Truth," is a precious commodity in any relationship. Incomplete personalities cannot recognize it. Abuse replaces truth and the relationship ends. Great write. - Phil A.
If they are lucky they leave with all their teeth.
Really very wonderful
Augustus...
Flows so beautifully...
There are some wonderful
Poems on here today,
This being one of them..
Thank you on commenting about the flow. It is something I try to be aware of. Sometimes there is a word that perhaps might make more sense but does not fit around the tongue when you are reading, if that makes any sense. thanks again.
Makes perfect sense
Friend..
Great job....
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