Sunday, April 27, 2008

Truth


Truth

Tumbling towards the travesty of truth
Tick tock goes the clock

Touch me, touch me not
Today, tomorrow, together…?

Troubles treble
Tirades teeming, steaming
Up
The windows

Time tastes…iron-like
Like a blow to the mouth

It hurts,
But I smile
A bloody, trembling grin
Distracting from
The rest.

3 comments:

Tijana said...

The last two stanzas in particular are very powerful: super "tight" and coherent, with each word perfectly belonging to the image. I won't ask what "the rest" is; I'll just say, well done!

L said...

It's funny, you are able to bring forth beauty in all the good that exists in this world, but somehow I only seem to really express the other side of the coin. That tortured "artist" thing is so pathetic and yet I always turn to writing when I'm down. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it just is, and I have to work through it until I can reach a point where I don't feel like I'm drowning. I'm waiting for that moment when my head is above water, but I appreciate what you have to say. Thanks.

Tijana said...

You've been super productive in the last few days -- it's a veritable explosion! I really hope you go on! I have to say this to you: some years ago, I too was swept up by inspiration mostly when I was disappointed or in angst of some kind. But somehow this changed, I don't know why. I seem to find reasons to write in incredibly small or even insignificant details that aren't created by my mood, but which simply offer themselves to my attention. I love that - it's almost like you contantly have this fourth dimension turned on. But the downside is that not everything that inspires you will be of the world-shattering magnitude but, well, quieter, if that's the right word.

I'll be back later to read through your last post; I absolutely have to sleep now!

And ride that wave -- it's powerful!