Pour Me a Glass of Life

Propped up against
the consciousness of the world
ignorance streaming down the
cheeks of my face,
across the palms of my face.
Ignorance like liquid fear.

I have seen through
hollywood dreams
and tactile nightmares.
Through flowers and thorns,
right to the heart of the matter.

This long drawn out affair,
grueling yet effervescent
always pulling at the neck
and the groins of the young,
at the threads of their spirit
the strings of their hearts.

I can see now through
centuries of the world.
Through written word
and song and blood.
Right in up to it
the true ringing of the bell
the endless flow of days.
the seeds of love.

6 comments

  1. Ali · April 27, 2008

    You are so passionate Benjamin. There is a huge difference between having a poetic heart and the heart of a poet. You have both. Beautiful.

  2. Ali · April 27, 2008

    PS I hear notes and sounds in your poems. Do you ever put them to music?

  3. zaphodfreek · April 27, 2008

    Thanks Ali.

    I’ve tried but they never come out the way I’d like.
    We’ll see. Give me a year or 2 and I might have come up with some killer tunes.

  4. krkbaker · April 27, 2008

    I just happened to be listening to Achtung Baby when I was reading this and it fit well.

    Another nail on the head. The last stanza is amazing.
    kim

  5. zaphodfreek · April 30, 2008

    Hey Kim,
    thanks.
    Not been writing that much recently but summers coming up and I always get lots of motivation when I’m doing nothing else
    so fingers crossed.

    Thanks for the comment.

    B

  6. Linda - Nickers and Ink · April 30, 2008

    Really nice imagery!

    Will you participate in my brand-new weekly poetry prompt, just for fun?

    Blessings,
    Linda

    SIMPLY SNICKERS – weekly poetry prompts

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