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Robert Remmington Poem
lit by the light of a full moon
the breathlessness of a resolved heart
lies in still after the cunning dew
had tried to convince her death was cruel -
a last harvest-eve of doom and she should
fear to leave; … for life was hungry.
perched and hidden above small rounded stone
walls, unseen Life, we call death, hides in the gray
of cloaks, once too, like her, they were fleshed up
and deceived by their fear of the waters of an unwavering
moat chiseled out by gossiping clowns spreading lies
for boring bones to get arise; … for life was hungry.
behind motionless eyelids, she sleeps to death's
final good-night-grace: the entrance to a Life disguised
as a cold body fleeting in still rest on its final pilgrimage
to quest for more; and there between time and space, lies
the faithfulness of her beloved, who gratefully and patiently
waited for her return Home; … for life was hungry.
her, to be, imprisoning tombstone bore witness, along with
shadowy bleak mourning’s rising-ups to form long-cold and
narrowing pointed-staffs dividing widths within an inch of her life,
neither could stop her voice from beneath the gray cloak, as
she read her epitaph, “life has grazed here," " i was enticed by
the allure of exotic perfume smells from unassuming poisonous
petals, i was a naïve "spirit" in human form, i was seasoned
dread tenderly with the death of things;" "… for life was hungry."
unwittingly, in search of her lost love, she had lived a life of many true loves,
leaving them all alive, all dying of missing her love, all waiting impatiently
for the next warm body to amaze their eyes by the dazzling dancing jazz of a
smile. she has been life’s fork for the last time. life had used her to graze,
... for life was hungry!
now, everyday i die of missing her love;
and beyond, where the wine chills eternally
i fear, no one waits for me, … for life is hungry!
Copyright © Robert Remmington | Year Posted 2006
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Robert Remmington Poem
It, it was my first
Experience, at life
Or so it seemed.
My attention captured,
Body small, sunk!
In my mother’s car seat
A quiet bitterness
In resignation -
Just the way it is
For children;
She saw everything
I could not.
Going by me
Was the world
With me sitting still,
I wanted more from that
Comfortable seat;
In cynical like
Hopeless frustration
Knowing
Later is not
Soon enough,
I hoped
In quiet damnation
As neither her nor it heard me;
It became my view,
Indifference comes fast
To a sinking lead ball
A … never mind …
To never appreciate
Who and where I am.
It will always have
What I want
And I will never
Be satisfied.
On that day my experiences
Became my feelings
(What I know to be true)
And what I felt, opened
The doors to (a belief in) hell
Time extended,
I had married my true love,
And the keys to heaven
Were never found;
I bent to its will,
I ate sufferings
Of I want and
Weighted myself
In wait,
Never realizing it, it
Had become my, only, mate.
Copyright © Robert Remmington | Year Posted 2006
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