Generation Me Poem by David DeSantis

Generation Me

Rating: 4.9


By the corner window
he sat
eyes glazed over,
as a temple of fear,
which had often wondered
just who, when, and how,
he had finally gotten here.

Twice removed from anything resembling affection,
Three times the seasons had changed,
and his path,
as imperfect as implausible
had remained in the imagination of a stars reasonings.

For him
musings remain a daily observence,
a casuality of war and dismal outbursts.
He was four times removed from
love-lorned lessons
and a slow learner
he remained
at most.

Habitual drug user he'd heard it before,
friday, saturday, sunday,
his drugs are best.
Yet when served in mixed doses,
this corner window,
is the same
as a drug would do.

For life gives lessons
to those who will take it
and to take is to king
as king cannot be wrong.
Thought train starlight,
I know who I am
I'm the product of a generation,
taken from kings.


Copyright (c) David DeSantis

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vonda Overlie 03 April 2008

David, this is very good stuff!

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LOVEFOOL Aka 03 April 2008

This is very good powerful and deep well done

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David Harris 07 April 2008

David, this is an interesting poem. We are all product of our generations. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David

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Emancipation Planz 07 April 2008

You'll do fine on this site... Generation Kings... here's to you meeting a few of the Penetration Queens

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Raymond Jimison 07 April 2008

Extremely well-pictured...flash back...can't think of a snobby thing to say.

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Rose Falcone 02 May 2008

David, Thank you for your comments...and thank you for leading me to your work. I am a teacher turned therapist and have worked in trauma and addictions therapy for years as well as within the foster care system. This is truly sad. The imagery so real. A great write! Talk to us some more.

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Thad Wilk 01 May 2008

A powerful write, great imagery and well executed David! An all around great read! ! Best regards, Friend Thad *10*! !

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Abha Sharma 17 April 2008

the structure and diction is quite soothing...the stanzas take speed..yes life does gives lessons...and kings.? ? ? ? i enjoyed reading it.

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Jurietta Duraan 16 April 2008

My comments are not as profound as the ones before... it is a fascinating image though of the 'temple of fear' at the window... are you the observer from the outside or from the inside..... or are you the temple of fear? I dont' find your observance ruthless... maybe slightly removed but there is a hint of empathy.... well done. Yuri*

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Alison Cassidy 09 April 2008

This is an intriguing poem David with a sort of ruthlessness that is quite arresting. Drugs and neglect and abandonment feature in the emotional past of your subject together with a certain upfront pushiness and arrogance that is encapsulated in your title. I like the 'twice removed' metaphor, though I think you use too many words and some of your images are confusing, I applaud your originality and boldness and look forward to reading more of your work. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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