Always fascinated by and called to existentialism in poetry and fiction, this piece hearkens back to the simplicity of such an influence. Mountains. An argument. A train roaring by. The majesty of the morning. All rise and converge, giving way to simplistic acceptance in the form of cyclical indifference. I hope Charles Bukowski would be proud; almost as much as I hope that you enjoy it.
Stones hinged
In jagged mystery
Behind whispered veils
And torrid grays.
A damp earth hinting
The bashful sun
bides it’s peak.
Morning is a majesty
parried
By chaotic wakes.
Hark!
The stolen kingdom!
All is Regicide;
the car
the train
the lovers quarrel
Over coffee-
A public execution.
Mysteries remain
The sun bides less
Unabashed-
Fading
with the grays.
We’ll try again
tomorrow.
About the Creator
Matt Martin-Hall
I've been storytelling since I could form words (and probably before.) I love the vivid imagery of poetry, the unbridled ultima of surrealism, and the fragmented blur of a traumatized mind. Such defines my experience, and I love to share it
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I'd like to dedicate this piece to anyone and everyone affected by this pandemic. As invoked in the poem, I'd like to empower you to read John Donne's Death, Be Not Proud sonnet. As a beautifully defiant piece, I found a lot of inspiration in it's rebuke of death personified. We are stronger. Stay safe everyone:
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