In the midst of it all,
in the mist
or did we miss it all?
That word, that talk,
that thing that never satisfied us,
we tried, though we spent more time thinking of trying,
lying beside lies to make
ourselves feel something—sometimes.
Medications never work, and love is never
sick,
So said a prophet, I think,
whose name I miss,
maybe because I missed it. We live, for sure,
I am sure of it,
though this romance is lost in the downbeats that
skip between us
frequently.
Apparently it’s air—
where this future
that never can be is fitting. Breaking itself
down into chemical
components, between breaths held and those
lost, revealing timidly its
escape from us.
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August 31, 2010 at 6:09 pm
suzicate
Beautiful, love it, especially the last stanza.
September 1, 2010 at 1:16 pm
BFG
many thanks!
August 31, 2010 at 11:25 pm
cindy
The last three lines of the second stanza are very impactful and resonate with me.
Good poem BFG.
September 1, 2010 at 1:17 pm
BFG
Thanks Cindy, appreciated.
September 1, 2010 at 7:12 am
barrycyrus
cute 🙂
September 1, 2010 at 12:13 pm
trisha
very interesting.
September 1, 2010 at 12:14 pm
trisha
very beautifully written, the chemistry of relationships.
September 1, 2010 at 1:18 pm
BFG
thanks so much for reading!
September 3, 2010 at 10:47 am
mairmusic
Very cool and trippy! I love the stuttering images you’ve created here.
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/
September 14, 2010 at 9:51 am
BFG
Many thanks! I appreciate you reading it.