this word rehearses,
finding favor and flavor,,
inserted, preserving, capturing
a mood of smokey inhalation,
coloring intensely, darkly,
pathos, bathos
sweet bitterness,
chocolate with vanilla chips,
a mockery of sadness,
a sadness from mockery,
an inherent contradiction,
of a welling coverup
of what is an
overwhelming
of the inevitable
it’s a
well
meaning word,
even if it’s meaning is
poor
understood,
that conjures up from its
very own sounding a
washing over of a darkening mood,
an evoking & a
revocation of the
cry out of oy
in the litany of daily mishaps
poignancy ~
*the quality of evoking a keenly felt sense of emotion,
especially of bittersweet sadness or regret*
it hides in plain sight,
this wistful bitterness,
a clot, a clog,
in our chest, do so keenly felt,
oft without specificity of source,
but comforting familiar,
almost comforting in its
weirdly simplicity and
peculiar wayward ways
I embrace it,
sustain it,
‘‘tis the pointy crooked finger
right at me,
that disappears and reappears,
who me?”
like a magician’s favorite trick
the rabbit in the hat,
the hat on the rabbit,
it is the old woman we see,
or the image of a young striking sweeping one,^
this back and forth double vision,
yes, this inherent contra~
diction,
with well tinted emotional noises,
the last lasting embrace of breaking up,
with wine notes of,
of grieving, weeping, loss,
and hints of jellied joys
*so I ask of you,
whom
are the who among us,
that never know or knew,
at least once a day,
the comfort of drowning in
deep angst,
regretting
what we have done,
and worser,*
what we did not do
or left undone,
the poem of our lives
left
incomplete…
1:10am
truly the first poem of my life this,
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Mon Dec 8 2025