for comfort, if nothing else
Humans invented mirrors.
Before that. There’s water.
Blurry silhouettes were all we had of what we look like.
What we are.
Humans invented cameras.
Before that, memories are
kept as delusionally beautiful or most of the time ugly as
we remembered them.
Mirrors are to reflect.
Cameras are to capture.
Time runs along and
now, both are to deceive.
With the aid of filter, the new eyes can only see what they want to see.
I am no longer able to find the comfort
of a feather bed in a chamber dimly lit
of the warm raw beer on the side of the sea salted streets
of the strength in someone’s words, not needing to be called “oaths”
of the weight in an exchange of nothing but a few known looks
everything but lies weighs little to nothing nowadays
strangers roam among the familiar
no one you can truly know
So drink up the past, my friend!
before the poison loses its potency
before the now catches up to you
singing the cruel yet the last truthful prophecy.
tick... tick... tick...
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
I love your poetic voice!
This was so lyrical and deep. I enjoyed your haikus, but your longer poems are exquisite.
This is incredible