I reign from a second-hand Adirondack throne,
My legs in the lap of its facing mate.
Its only other claimant, a house panther,
Lies between my pale feet, feigning sleep,
Waiting, dreaming, plotting, tasting his next
Sudden, vicious bite of a petting hand.
Puncture wounds. Tomorrow's scars. Surprise is all.
The butt remains of two cigars and ash
Of nearly three lie here in ruined state
In a gift ceramic grave from long dead friend.
Amber Sleep in juice glass uniform stands guard.
Paired second-hand lamps,60-watt eyes
Stare at print through cloudy streams of smoke.
Two thirsty eyes drink ink from another page
Through reading glasses from The Dollar Store.
What creeping alchemy transformed such promise
To sodden, slow and smoldering regret,
Life to tedium between the crises,
And printed page to modest, partial ease?
I enjoyed the read. I found the tale bleak and lethargic not in writing in the character of the piece the tale that was being told.
Whoa, I just found this one R. G., Amazing! What brilliantly poised expressions of metaphoric reality. Hemingway would be jealous....... and myself also! ! ! Beautiful, superb, melancholic musings. I love this one, very much.
Life to tedium between the crises, And printed page to modest, partial ease? ............ really beautiful portrayal by paints of art in varied feelings by life, yet by ingenious write, thanks for sharing
It's very hard to draw a self portrait but you have succeeded, good luck!
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What creeping alchemy transformed such promise To sodden, slow and smoldering regret, Life to tedium between the crises, And printed page to modest, partial ease? liked this stanza very much dear poet . thank u Very much. tony