Things That Have Sharp Edges

Things That Have Sharp Edges

the harlequin inside of you cannot soften things that have hard edges

your pointed collar, your puffed chest, your servant character unable

to dull the ends even with one hundred inclinations of body language

things that have sharp edges are not as eager to entertain as you are

they don’t let you fall in love handsome faces or dance around in time

things that have sharp edges strain you into odd shapes headlong into

distilled regret burnished by bad hands, drunk processions, sad enemies

improbable is a gracious response from the things that have sharp edges

the things that leave you hungry for details and for the greatest escape

the heart inside of you cannot ease the disorder of my trenchant story

the things that have sharp edges are deceptively casual and cut in deep

the singular purpose of my long inner monologue is to not accept the truth

things that have sharp edges are revelatory

even the unspecified parts of you recognize

 **

Trying to keep my noodle working by writing poetry.  I tweaked this while loading my iPod, doing laundry ans nursing a beer, relief from the muggy weather.  I was given a writing prompt, make a list of things that have sharp edges.  I didn't feel like making a list so I did what I usually do when I break the rules, I write a poem.

I was listening to Serena Ryder but switched to my favorite Canadian band, July Talk.  Check them out below if you don't know them yet.  They are AMAZING live.  

In propinquity,

Nic

In Limbo

In Limbo

there are extenuating circumstances

palliative conditions not felt by anyone else

like unreciprocated desire for example

it culls stormy weather in the radical middle

of profound sadness and the lightness of contentment

I cannot seem to find the trajectory of my dented pattern

the impatience of having to wait for someone to endow

the impaired notions of memorizing romantic proverbs

for luck

why can I not enjoy the pleasant feeling of oneness, harmony

why can I not put this particular melancholy into wistful words

and accrue eager detractors with the lure of licentiousness

but we all know extravagances wane quickly in the glint of morning

I am sojourned in limbo waiting for a sovereign man

I am abided by minted annulment anticipating love

**

I had some time to play with words today.  I finished this little mess of a poem. I would reveal my inspiration but then it might ruin your interpretation.  It comes from a deeply personal place and for some reason I had reservations about sharing it.  Sometimes, what goes into a poem can make me feel insecure when it should be empowering.  It does empower and help to release the stress of a dilemma once I let it go and share it, put it into the ether.  So, that's what I've set to do today.

I am still working relentlessly on a pile of notes for my short story.  I cannot seem to get my act together, get out of my own way long enough to get anything done.  Perhaps once the renos at home are complete and my writing space is my own again and not cluttered with the downstairs mess I will be able to focus and carry on.

Fingers crossed.

Until then, one day left of the work week and I can cap the week off with a show at The Marquee with my buds.  Deertick, Adam Baldwin and Jessie Brown. I'm looking forward to a little rock to relax me.

In propinquity,

Nic