Scheherazade.

Who is wild with keeness?
A liquified sense of danger?,
To reach high enough to pluck a star from its dreams?
Alive with nothing but smoke
And a drunken heart's disquiet pulsations,
To say 'it is I, it is I'


I, without the stubborn plurality of
A second me,
And an only You.
Without an us to drown noble semantic
Preoccupations
In disdain.


Now, a noble I,
Without,
But not free from,
An only You


There is not enough us to light
The sky tonight
So the World will perish again,
By us.
But it is only our eyes who will watch it fall
Because our hands are too busy
Feeding the poor of our souls
And clothing them in the memories
We wish to forget


How will we tell it?
The story that has formed in our throats
Waiting for articulated birth
And a childhood in the
Wilderness of other men's ears?
How can we buy time
Enough to spare the change
We have spent on diaphanous clothing
And expeditious tongues?


A king's court can be many things
To one,
But to two it can mean only one thing,
Only one self to master
Only one name to curse.
And the moon,
We will see with one eye,
As another foolish king stirs
In his sleep,
Burning with the fire we have given him.

Reviews

[Poe Redd]

A clever poem I need to read again, because my head is spinning. Love the second last stanza especially.

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem....Thank you for penning...:)......................

[Joshua Lean]

Thank you for reading. Pleasure.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:).....................

[Tarry Franck]

I agree with Annabelle - a piece of art but it doesn't at all distract me - I couldn't stop reading it.

[Annabelle Lee]

this is not a poem, much more is it a piece of art therefore the fact that I do not quite follow or understand it, doesn't at all distract me from enjoyment

[Joshua Lean]

Thank you for reading. However, I don't understand what you mean. The fact that you could not understand it makes it a 'piece or art'' but not poetry which is a form of artistic expression?'

[Annabelle Lee]

I meant not to insult you. I didn't quite pick anything up from it while I read but when I read aloud I much enjoyed how all of the words kind of flowed and fit together

[Joshua Lean]

Oh. I was not insulted. I just didn't understand what you meant. Thank you again for reading. I have a new poem up, see if that is to your taste.