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Arlene Corwin Feb 2020
What Is Pleasure?

What is pleasure?
Listening to hubby play a jazz improvisation?
Voicings vested in ten gifted fingers?
Revelling in chords unrivalled?
Food in mouth?
Massage’s touch?

Pleasure, what?
Delight?
Elation?
Gratification?
Simple fun?
Sheer diversion?

To take pleasure is to savour,
As a sample, for example,
Kent’s piano not just pleasure
But a treasure trove of silver;
Coin of worth, worth imitation.

What is pleasure, measure of…?
Anything that makes you smile,
Any force that keeps you mobile.
Any word what ends in -phile.

In opposition to the concept ‘down’,
Such as ‘downheartedness’,
Is feeling blessedness,
A boon your own.

A simple thought in bed last night,
Feeling warm and light,
A bed of roses, height of ease
No pain or seizure.  Not inertia but a closure.
This is pleasure
Also.

What Is Pleasure? 2.25.2020 Circling Round Reality; Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin





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Kitso Mothobi Nov 2019
Just 3 weeks without a word from you my heart swears that it has never felt anything more desolate or dampening. The shared tears of joy we once shed are now gushing fountains of downheartedness and yearning.

I gradually try to build up strength to resist any thoughts of you
But the distant memories of your joy and warmth dwell deep in the depths of my being
Reminding me of a time I truly felt alive.
I tried overcoming the pain and seeing it as an opportunity to grow myself
But my efforts are shattered by the thought of possibly never hearing from you again.

I find myself questioning my character even more.
For the first time in my life
I begin to acquire feelings of doubt towards my physical appearance
I question the manner of my humor and the quality of my personality.
I slowly begin to retrace my steps and critique my words and actions towards you.
I even tried looking inwards for a clear answer
But Coldness, isolation and nothingness are the only things I see.

Cheerful optimism now corrodes into dull pessimism.
My dreams, goals, cheerfulness, aspirations and motivation...
All these are linked to you,
My world, my bird of hope, my one true friend.

I now face the sad realization that
I have seemingly lost myself in the process of losing you.
Travis Green Aug 2021
I waited for you to return to me
On the deathly quiet streets
In front of our home
Looking forward to seeing your vehicle
Approaching me on the highway
From a distance

But when every day came
I was highly disappointed
To see you were nowhere around
Still, I didn’t want to lose hope in us
We had been through so much together
We had survived the paralyzing storms
That attempted to end our love
There were many enemies against us
Wishing we’d go our separate ways

And although we tried to dismiss
Those unwanted thoughts from our mind
It seemed like we began breaking apart at the seams
I considered it to be all a dream
But I soon found out it was a chilling scene
Filled to overflowing infuriation
Late-night intoxicating liquor
Shattered, scattered bottles spread
Across the floor, feeling as if I could
Eclipse myself in a million seas of despair
And stare into a shadowed past of downheartedness

I thought we had it all together
But its evident our love wasn’t
Tightly secure as we believed
What we wanted to last forever
Became a crashing wave of chaos
And vast heartbreak that wouldn’t cease

— The End —