Poetics and Poetry Discussion
F. J. Thomas
(8/13/2014 1:18:00 PM)
A solemn piece this is: (
Still, it is how many feel; wanting to start over in a place other than this world; closing the darkness that engulfs....I wish them a happier life here
(8/9/2014 11:16:00 AM)
The Midnight Thief
Like a midnight thief,
he waits for darkness
to permeate until,
all sounds had evaporated
under the grey moon.
Joyful, almost gleeful,
he eyes the iron's electrical cord,
his rope, appropriately black.
A cheap drug store item
that will do the job at hand.
He cuts the length he needs
with a chef's sharpened knife
whooshing through it
like a samurai sword.
Not too long and not too short.
He has already found his branch;
the sturdy, short, shower curtain rod.
More towards the left, he tells himself,
to ensure more strength.
Then, the rest of this thieving act
should be straightforward.
Two knots, one above the other;
an amateur's knot for sure,
but, what the heck, an amateur's life
he has led. Then, feed the end through,
tightening. Test and retest,
he reminds himself,
as only one outcome will do.
His head pushes through
the darkness, as had
happened once before, long ago.
It begins to feel more like a beginning,
where most things seem to always end.
Comment of the Day
Like a soldier's hard-earned stripes, his cuts
run across his arms, their raised shine standing out.
I am mesmerized by ...