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August Stream of Consciousness

PostPosted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 4:04 am
by MsPoetess
August Stream of Consciousness

He died for me —
I sealed his fate.
For days within a dark room I laid.

Nonplussed, and curled up on the bed,
Stark, empty, and staring on ahead

His pen was gilded,
And his eyes sparkled,
In ways which lit the inner flame.

When he died,
The pen became
Impossible to lift again.

I can’t recall the way in which his body hung
Far over my head.

Months before I’d told myself,
I’d meet him at the Golden Gates when he was dead.

Now it’s my time and I do not know
If I’m to meet his same fate.
What I do know — is for 8 months,
I’ve been unable to concentrate.

My soul’s been missing,
Off with him,
Dancing in some sweet emotion.

He died for Truth,
And I for Beauty;
Pen-palms sealed together in
Indelible devotion.

Is it so, that each breath of mine
Betrays you as you sink?
By and by, the time has come:
I’m balanced on the brink.

I cannot bring myself to leave
You or this world behind.
So I’ll quote,
A quip I wrote
That often bubbles in the mind:

“Graceful white birds,
And ravens too
Glimmering eyes of lapis lazuli blue
Those are the things that remind me of you.”

I know you’d tell me, “All is well,”
But I can’t help to think
That you’re burning in some solitary Hell
And it’s because of me.

Sorry.

Re: August Stream of Consciousness

PostPosted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 8:47 pm
by Saturn
Without being intrusive..is this written from experience, are there also oblique allusions to Keats in there or am I reading it all wrong?

Very powerful stuff, that last stanza and the final sorry is devastating.

Thanks for sharing.

Saturn

PostPosted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 9:42 pm
by MsPoetess
Hi Saturn, thank you for the kind response. Yes and yes. The Beauty and Truth part is also an Emily Dickinson reference... “I died for Beauty,” inspired by Keat’s Ode to a Grecian Urn