"A Taste..."

Presented on World Poetry Open Mic, 04/11/2015

Begins 1:35:45 into the file for those that want to hear.

 

http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/uploads/5/1/8/3/5183702/wpom-2015-04-10.mp3

 

Some parts reference words spoken from the beginning of the show that have to be heard to be understood.  Like safewords…

 

Safewords…

 

Chuckling here - Control …Right -

Yeah, hehe, the scent of bacon permeates my mind

And then “Pineapple”,

PINEAPPLE?!? Huh,

Safewords uh huh - sigh.

 

“Ramen Maple Soup” - Ooooooooooo k.

 

Weeellllllll

I've known people to have a notebook

on their nightstand next to their bed

so they can write down their dreams

and try and try to analyze them;

til they can get them right - I guess.

Ehhh, ya know how it is…

 

Dreams - moments beyond      innocence;

where God, yeah God - is a vassal,

and djinn are real and it’s      personal,

and there’s nothing you can't do or win or be -

‘til you awake.

 

And you CAN fly

and FEEL the wind flowing - touch the clouds

look down on mountains

and all the 'froms' there never were -

and all the hurts you ever had

and smile …Damn - you CAN SMILE!

and then      thunders begin

and turbulence starts to toss you

damn, ya get tired

begin to drop

and its so …far

and faster

and faster and faster you fall

fall

…fall

'til all that's left

and all you see is:

 

"A Taste …Beyond Dark..."

 

Footsteps… I hear them

near

yet can't see the who -

ya never see the who,

yet somehow …KNOW…

they’re mine,

they’re yours.

 

Shadows float and form images,

teasing, reaching, familiar - yet

not quite what I think I see.

 

Clove - uh - THAT scent

above ALL others subtle, pervading

releasing a sweetness of memory

and how dreams were

…before.

 

An open window - beckoning, drawing

‘til looking through I see

…all that isn't me

or mine

or meant to be…

the could-have-beens

all the mights

the weren'ts

…and the are(s).

 

Violet trees and wish-they-were birds

bathed in brown sunlight.

A cacaphony of silence mixing the sound

til all around it swirls

and twirls into the color of faces

the sheen of the EYES

unseeing yet staring

beyond to other me(s)

and places where even memories lie.

 

Chuckling here - safewords - riiight…

 

I like my nightmares

for they’re true, and mine

and earned and treasured.

Their taste IS my life,

a rhapsody of all I've known.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

places where even memories lie....

I hold what breath that's left..hoping to escape
Drenched in their blood, it seems.. grief
A nightmare of fight or flight..
Holding dear the lies
I created...as I wake.

I listened as you spoke these words
And cried, because I understood
About life

Thank You Chris.

Jazz