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The Great Divide
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The Great Divide |
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Wordshaman Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 110Illinois, USA |
People look out over some great Wall In the middle of their area-- Maybe it’s made of stone, maybe of snow, But it’s there. Almost tangible. The Great Divide She looks at me across and over A million miles of fear. (She thinks her emotions can’t be shared right now.) Her eyes cloud up When I ask her, And I almost lose her. The Great Divide Maybe we’re all destined To wither away inside Our circles without being Able to look up from the ground, To straighten our backs. Maybe our upbringing made us This way. That moment of clarity we’ve all Been promised--where is that? Every day that passes, the wall Just seems to get higher, harder to see over. The Great Divide We could all be swept away The next moment, Like diffusing ships Lost in a deluge. With one sweep of an arm. The Great Divide Outside, there are men with microphones Listening. Might be nice to get away For the summer, But there is no escape from here. The Great Divide I try to talk to her on a Sunday afternoon, But she’s so distant (In a very calculated, callous way.) She looks at me, Suddenly, Like she hates me. And then she’s gone. Has been for some time. The Great Divide I look out from my apartment window, Out over the great divide, On the brink of something divine, Something set to destroy me. Like a distant ship smoke on the horizon. . . I rub the bare beginnings of a beard, (Raspy, it feels sharp against my hand Like always) My eyes are alert, my mind really Doesn’t get what it’s seeing, And my belly aches (Like always, of late.) Hey--let’s cross this damn thing And stop worrying over when it’s Going to Swallow Us Whole. Beautiful trap--so easy to fall into. The path of least resistance eats us alive And leads to nowhere. (The Great Divide) |
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
wordshaman: i like this one quite a bit... particularly the lines "I look out from my apartment window,/Out over the great divide,/ On the brink of something divine"... they strike a certain chord with me... this is my favorite of the poems i've read of yours thus far... keep up the good work... sincerely, jerome the boy with the catholic saxophone A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! ~Coleridge |
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