Sunday, 10 May 2009

• contraddictions. a poem

  contraddictions.
  

  he had read all the greats and he felt admiration

  towards the hearts torn from chests and

  the language burned and softened.

  and since a god might be found

  in sound waves and eye color,

  he cared more for the burdens

  of thunder and rain.

   

  he sat alone under rolling thunderheads,

  legs hanging over the edge of the boat

  rocking slowly as the small radio at his side

  played fuzzy notes that it could barely pick up.

   

  the frozen keys of an ancient piano

  struck in a combination that

  had always existed

  and was finally put together

  inside the mind of a brilliant man,

  with the probable aid

  of pain and uneasiness.

   

  the radio tower, broadcasting off the coast

  shook hands and parted

  with the melodic masterpiece,

  and so the boat drifted on.

  the ripples through water

  were ripples through time.

  the evening held close

  what dull light it carried

  and the seconds were drops

  in a deepening ocean.

   

  in a self consuming effort

  to preserve the night, the wind

  and all extensions of his being

  he drifted on, breathed the air

  and with pencil in hand

  translated to words

  just how the sky

  met the sea.

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