the unoccupied atmosphere
a possibility murmurs
its vexing blend of tantalization
and all at once
mingles effortlessly amid smoke and sex
their separated psyches are far ahead
of fears left abandoned
there is syncopated rhythm
in their fibrous simplicity
between resolve and ache
and issues of human trust
the story of two bodies
and minds divided right and left
the horizon lies sediment down
at eighty miles per hour
leaning on remnants
pushing away the feckless ones
and all at once
one night is another
pallid and layered sunrise
belting out every lost direction
in the voice of Nina Simone
(c) Heather Brager 6.13.2010
Your poems seem to flow quite effortlessly with a powerful voice (though I'm sure there's much effort) and they're a joy to read - espcially this one with use of the word 'feckless' which is a 10 point word on any occasion!
ReplyDeletehaha thank you! I try to use 'feckless' at least once a day. ;)~
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