Thursday, 10 May 2012
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Soldier of Time
“I wanna go back, go back, and do it all over, but I can’t go back I know.” –Eddie Money: I Wanna Go Back.
Time marches ever onward,
And I am a soldier marching
A funeral dirge, always with
My left foot forward first.
I can’t beat this steady rhythm
That carries me forward,
Like the ocean at my back
Pushing me out to sea—
A land-locked vessel tossed
Around the ocean like a feather
In a hurricane, shredded apart
By the hands of Mother Nature.
My name is not Virginia,
And I did not line my pockets with rocks,
But I did wade into this storm upon the ocean,
And I did intend to get lost among the waves.
Here, in the calm before the storm,
Time and space don’t matter,
Because neither will come to save me
When my ship sinks, and I drown.
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Comments (5)
Nice. Most of this poem has a relentlessness to it, an agoraphobic feeling that is beyond your control. But then line four contrasts nicely with the rest:
...I did not line my pockets with rocks,
But I did wade into this storm...
And I did intend to get lost among the waves.
@ascultafili - thanks; didn't notice that when I was writing it, but it's nice to know its there.
Not that you ever really dipped, but your writing sounds revitalized lately. I like it.
@DarklyLitWords - I like it and I hate it. I like it because it's something new, and I always like new, but I hate it because everyone else likes it (not you), where were all these people when I was writing weeks ago? Oh, that's right, the subject matter is too dark, sorry, forgot you all need to be spoon-fed happiness.
@MyHomeIsWriting - Ah. Yeah, the XangAttention Meter's always been kinda...funky.