Pray for rust and clouded skies answer prayers in rain.
The dissonance of solecism wraps our gift in pain.
Fantasy of years passed by, of older calm I yearn,
reading books alone at home, you know? I never learn.
Write it in the largest font, bolded on my eyes.
Brand it hot, italicized, or carved into each thigh.
Sticky note the space between my skull and rigid mind,
what I know and what I feel just won't fucking align.
The automaton dances to a jig I cannot hear.
It's pirouette so petty, a currency of fear.
Never petitioned the closed council,
won't miss the lovely view,
Let me off this fucking ride, or remake me anew.
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Quemis (
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Pretty deep Psentinel, but enjoy the ride in the meantime 🙂
Hey! its been awhile.
I would hit a jump forward 25 years button if I could. I know that is sad, but, really the title was not ironic.
I have some romanticized view of myself reading books in a study without a care in the world... I realize that will probably not actually be the case when im 50.. but still... it sounds so nice... ugh.
Well, if that is what you see, and if you are happy, I hope it becomes a reality for you. Yes, and I have not been posting anything for the last 8 weeks. My work needed more attention, so my writing was put on hold for awhile. Glad to read your creative work! It is refreshing!
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A fine write - should be ticked as 18+, I think. Even though the frustration etc, may make the F-words permissible here.
Yet that's life, for all of us. None get any younger.
I uploaded it when I was tired, maybe your right and it should be ticked.
The title is not trying to be Ironic by the way, I really cant wait. I would trade my youth away in a second, and all the fear that goes with it too.
Some would not say so though. They may dread old age - whether for them it is approaching, or if they are already experiencing it.
A couple of lines in your poem seem to maybe hint at the difficulties of old age:
Write it in large font - not seeing too well?
Rigid mind - not thinking so clearly?
A jig I cannot hear - not hearing too well?
Of course, not all these things happen to EVERY old person. Some may not even experience any of these things, nor similar things.
A thing I try to do a lot in my poetry is make a point or tell a story or say something about myself through the lens of its opposite. Sometimes.
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Now is the time to make the memories you'll smile of later on. Another great write.
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