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Waiting Today

Where, like frolicking children, the rivers run Where planets spin in loop lassooed by the sun Where the berries grow in bramble brush Where atoms born and atoms die in finite hush I searched for you before today, wait for you To hear the patent clicking of your shoe In the concrete corridor of my dream, to no avail My yearning, and constant bleating in the gale While the solemn clock ticks slowly to the hour While anxieties my expectations steadily devour While the maggot change to fly in fruit and flower And air churns the milk until it is old and sour I wait for you, flipping through the virtual rooms Of world, from page to page, your absence looms Like some frantic forboding of former grief again Like desert waits delirously for a dribble of rain. And so I understood I have an electronic shadow Of you, a virtual daily meet and greet, a hollow Grasp of reality, and yet this thing my world became We mantled in mirage of picture, mirage of name Against all phantom glory my love I sustain For it is no mirage this miserable nakedness of pain While I in the electronic gloom wait, and wait in vain For the fresh fantastic sound of falling rain. And you give me this, the internet, as my new place No door to knock, no mood of face, no real embrace No pebbles to throw at your window now, and tell You I am here, it's a mirage, but real the bytes' spell I am the insect thudding on the silk lines of the web I am the flotsom tossed about by the briny ebb I am the anomie without the warmth and touch of love I am the famished nest waiting for my wandering dove

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/26/2010 6:18:00 AM
Holy Mackerel.......why are you not published?!.....your stuff is premier quality, all of it as far as I can see......you are an accomplished writer, David By the way thanks for generous comment on my stuff....it's always a mystery to me how a poem seems to steer itself to a conclusion, in spite of my intent at the outset...your reference to "doxology"is an example of this conclusion, which, like Topsy, "just growed" ......best wishes
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Date: 9/24/2010 2:33:00 PM
David, I can really relate to the loneliness and despair in this touching poem. The internet does provide some form of companionship, but it can't measure up to face-to-face interaction. Think the line about "the insect thudding on the silk lines of the web" is absolutely brilliant! If this is for the "Blink" contest, it will do very well! Love, Carolyn
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