"condignly" poems
what an audacious title!
she squealed, condignly
to speak of the soul, and more,
to enter the holy land
of priests, poets, seers,
and carnies
to discover the synovial moan
between one's craggy crafted countenance
and the invisible breath of god
to find a place, backwards in time
that may lend itself to rhythm and rhyme
but will never settle silently on the page
between the soul and the façade,
the mud in which we are stuck,
a bonded place, in a travesty of space
where a voice cries for help
yet is never heard
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
I wonder if it will be like last time I left someone condignly, however harsh
If months will pass and we still do not acknowledge one another
As if there is some unspoken agreement of refusal to do such a thing
If suddenly I will open my mouth, carelessly
If some innately clueless thing will tumble out
And you
If you will reply with some balmy,
thoughtless remark
If the inauspiciousness would rain down on us,
and settle there
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC