Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity. ~ Samuel Beckett
Line of enquiry: Newton’s First Law of Motion (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
love is contagious
fall in love
and many suitors will crawl out of the worn woodwork
a plethora of choices
confusing and so tempting
their motivation puzzling
spurred on by the common herd mentality
similar to following the politician who embraces pseudo-science
they do not have brakes
if you do not love
everything
and everyone seem hostile
escaping to your private abditory
might protect you from hurtful experience
but like a mixed metaphor
an implicature will lead to a pratfall
requiring others to mop up after you
your inertia inevitably noted
interaction with others
forms groundwork
for relationships
the external stimuli
essential for the development of empathy
open heart and mind
as a stagnant entity just cannot grow
but happily balter through the cobbled streets of life
validate your existence
Passing through the jade
green understory of yours,
discovering your
forest-like body;
betwixt and between at last
I found my abditory.
this page is bare in memory
you can write from abditory
a sonnet, lyrics, a poem of life
I read it all, reflecting
yes, I think you write for me
interpretation, of what I believe
I like to think I left a mark
tearing across your heart
renditions that I know aren't true
I've never meant that much to you
and still I read and what it seems
is all imagination
close your eyes
pretend I am there
an apparition that comes
from out of thin air
the scent of want
the taste of desire
breaking out in cold sweat
your soul on fire
dancing with a shadow
music sung from memory
a record playing in your head
from a phantom abditory
night after night
your dreams remain the same
whispering in your sleep
whispering my name