Dilute to Taste

Monday 6th December 2010 8:15 am

Undeniable stupidity brands, mutters a hopeful fear
as the scotch of mankind whoops its need.
Yet you still flip if I touch.

I want you to hear those fragile, conditioned moments
fall as easily as you pospone the unobtainable,

where dry, unkept promises ash, furl to old desire.

Thoughts stray, form a mumbled nuisance.
Unbidden truths urge me to pour your gibberish

through the finest of sieves.

Yet I battle, scream a flood to those who hear.
And if wise enough you'll tailor the song,

even paint the harmony for your day.

◄ It's Easy to Believe

Remember? ►

Comments

Fkx

Mon 3rd Jan 2011 13:52

Quite powerful with your diction and phrasing. Will surely return to your works. Thanks for sharing.

Isobel

Tue 7th Dec 2010 22:01

Your poetry has a very delicate subtle touch Stella - good to see you back and posting!
For some reason this poem brings to mind the difficulty in believing in love - although we all need it, believing in its very existence can be hard at times - it involves such a huge leap of faith. Instead we stumble round satisfying different demands but not our emotional ones...
That may not be what you intended to express - your poetry isn't obvious - that is just what I felt from it :) x

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Tue 7th Dec 2010 18:33

Some very nice, well-chosen words and phrases there!!