visionary

nighttime visions, reminiscing rainy evenings with 'them'

The vision of life
criss-cross
criss-cross
tilted sun's rays on the Arctic Sea
ice melting slow but steady enough for me.

I participate
I promise I have tried
I means we
self righteous, self titled
we hit the parties
we feel the music
but miss the beat.
Oh, the beat.

The line between boys I can never be
and the boy I have always been
is an tangent to your faithful soul
they have made prayers
prayers for sins I haven't committed.

I haven't yet decided about the life
I have never lived
or the life I so easily have.
There's the bed, there's the girl
there's the amphitheater where you all watch
my silent, obscure dictums
It's a select world for people like us
they say
they pray too.

Mother, I forbid myself to use your name
to use the powerful ear buds to clear my name
engraving in silver
when there's rainfall
and we stand outside
the downtown's silhouette
promises a solemn thing to us
silently

The cars wash out the street
People fall in puddles
people get out too
from their cars.

One day, I can watch myself
several storeyes up
and rain drops will hit me first,
earlier
before it hits them.

The vision of life
fades
criss-cross
criss-cross
ice melts slow but steady
the sun's tilted rays right on the Arctic waters
irrespective.


© Nothing Personal. June 09, 2011.

Reviews

[Poeticadia]

Very intriguing with a tone of melancholy and injustice... i might need some clues to this one, but it feels like a poem where a man - who sees life from a different perspective - imagines how it would have been, if his life had been more typical, meeting and exceeding the expectations of others - who, not understanding, see him as an outsider.

The reference to prayers certainly triggers something in me... i imagine people incapable of understanding, people who have completely missed the point, and who have an opinion that conformity is a necessary attribute for acceptance by their god and who believe that praying will magically bring this about... but maybe i'm just imposing my own views on this?

But this is the bit I really love… the moment the poet proves himself, the moment of justice or maybe even just getting there first when the world ends (and cutting the suffering short).

“One day, I can watch myself
several storeyes up
and rain drops will hit me first,
earlier
before it hits them.”

Hope I’m not too wide of the mark, but I really enjoyed making my own interpretation of this engaging and enigmatic poem.

[Siddhartha]

There is this searing emptiness that pervades this poem. Seem life with all its gifts and perquisites still doesn't satiate the hungry soul.

[Larry Dyson]

"Mother, I forbid myself to use your name
to use the powerful ear buds to clear my(SHAME)
engraving in silver"
NOT GOOD TO REPEAT THIS WORD IN NEXT PHRASE...