"ungrasped" poems
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Who never wanted—maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown—
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine—
Within its reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire’s perfect Goal—
No nearer—lest the Actual—
Should disentrall thy soul—
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for every action defined
there are infinite that remain
utterly unnamed and
are vitally spoken
in whispers on the
pieces never lived.
these incalculably splintering,
passively accumulating,
terrifyingly ungrasped possibilities
compile and cache
and compress and comeback
in the saddest seconds,
where one can merely conject
their meaningfulness,
realizing that there
is infinity in everything
and therefore potential
even in the kinetic.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
The evidence:
a thickened chest and a dim grin,
which triumph over my strong insouciance
After twenty two
plus hope,
though yet ungrasped,
the chasm between our scopes has not narrowed!
I glided past you, above the whim of time,
you did not notice
'We merely coexisted almost met but always messed it,
spinning around like two sides of a coin'
My resistance,
for once as a raised voice,
importunes the years!
I am inclined to remain unknown,
no nearer,
lest I upset fate
It is better;
one thing to do that I have never done:
send you a poem
(How Do I Love Thee?)
You are you;
I am I
What is meant to be will always find its way
Espy!
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
Blurred and fast they race
the intangible senses on my walkway
dragging me through a maze of madness
my perceived traverse of each day!
As I try to feel them in their fullness
save each as a precious find
they melt away in their secluded recess
leaving me to ***** in my mind!
I search bewitched in their spell
if can find a trace of their tint
but only see upon the trail
their inscrutable footprint!
Thus I traverse each day
seeking to unravel the maze
of my indecipherable walkway
obscured in yet ungrasped haze!
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
The clock’s hands arrested
At the time our lips came.
The blood rushing in our temples
Overcame the ticking.
The air hurried into silence
As our hearts synced, beating.
The rift coming between us
Traced back and forth, rekindling.
Bother flees our skin
And doubt sinks in quicksand.
For sure, for certain,
As your fingers navigate
Every wrinkle in my hand,
And I catch your shoulder,
Yet to be chiseled, for wars,
From the weight of a gun,
Full of light, you let pass,
Piercing through,
Peering for my soul,
Searching for each crevice
To comfort and assure.
Your other hand,
Driven unto madness
Of an unrelenting encore,
Scouring for the ungrasped
And the worded whispers
To beg earnestly for.
… And time up on his chamber
Painted pictures just to remember
That moment he arrested his hands
To give two lovers an unafflicted chance…
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
A look in the mirror
A fist to the glass
A smile that’s twisted
With sane thoughts ungrasped
Unanswered questions
Die on parched lips
From a mirror now shattered
Dark crimson drips
A glance at the window
Three stories up
The blood on the mirror
Isn’t enough
Three steps—one too many
Night air slipping by
The pavement where sane thoughts
Come always to die
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
A better heaven there wasn't then
Nor, he knew, to find it after
For thoughts were lost to smiles and laughter
When Love had found its niche again.
So stealthy did events unfold-
Each moment kisses she endowed
To whom such gifts ungrasped allowed;
She kept him joyed in this mode.
Her charms were more than mystic spells...
His heart did not a bit detect
The poisoned blood - she did infect
And toxic love induced his cells.
The poison ran with time its course
And symptoms many he endured-
None worse than when she then allured-
Her absence did his death endorse.
But men with kisses do give in
Their hopeless hearts to attain
A chance of heaven despite the pain-
Thus, Love will find its niche again.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Words lie in wait. Ready
to spring, invade our minds,
ambush our thoughts. They fight
each other for the prize.
Born of grisly grief, lasting love,
excitements, incitements, enticements,
realities plurality of life,
imagined hope ungrasped,
surrendered souls downcast.
Treasuring pleasing phrases,
blessed by serendipity,
and so must shout their praises,
gorge ephemerality,
soon returning to the feast.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC