1440

My eyes grow numb,

as I melt into this melodic state of trance.

Conversation rambles between three,

But floats and fades beyond four.

Cups clink and people swig silently,

That unmistakable sound of paper being scratched by its pen, 

knowing that an infected mind has spread itself,

the tangible diseased by the intangible being:

This is my tantalizing reality, 

and oh, how I am addicted.

I can handle this,

I am in control.

Moments in their beautiful disposition,

will give with one hand and take with another;

So truly and honestly, that to the human mind,

we involuntarily value our own favor. 

Bitterness will always make time,

or nostalgia will make a contrasting occasion;

Moments in their beautiful disposition,

will give with one hand and take with another once more. 

This is my tantalizing reality,

and oh, how am I addicted. 

Dis-ease, distaste, disfigurement and disinterest.

Laughter.  

Sober thoughts dilute my glass of reality,

until one has to question;

If my glass of reality,

has been diluting my sober thoughts?

I sip from question,

Then I drink in trail of thought;

Fragmented fables of maudlinism are now a dream.

This is my tantalizing reality

and oh, quietus.

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the addicted writer sits at table and takes a trip :) ... its hard to pay attention when addicted to the universe and beyond .. the double entendre of quietus is a sober tantalization :)

and what oh what is 1440?? military time?? perhaps the time you had lunch??! you dont have to tell.. i am just musing myself :)

i like this poem a lot .. i agree with Chris .. well thought out for sure! nice one says i!

E.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

I sincerely thank you for your enthusiasm! This Beautiful to read as the writer!
Keep thinking about the 1440, It adds another tier to the poem!

[Einstein Noodle]

ok then ... i cheated and googled .... there is a REI 1440 project ... a minute to minute celebration of the great outdoors .. but that gets me nowhere ... i will find you ... 1440 :))
E.

[Einstein Noodle]

meant to revisit days ago when 1440 minutes came and went .. way too fast to grasp ... love your poem again as had to read it once more ..
E.

[A. F. Carrera]

This is dope. I really like the rhythm of the last stanza; it helps convey the imagery of something hazily dissolving in a glass. I also like how the first and last lines have the same meter. It evokes cyclicality associated with addiciton

[BlackHeart]

You take writing to whole other level you have connected to so many writers. And that is great, I like this immensely you have done a great job. Keep up the good work and I hope that one day I can be as good of a writer as you are. Thank you for sharing this with me.

[TL Boehm]

That unmistakable sound of paper being scratched by its pen,
knowing that an infected mind has spread itself,
the tangible diseased by the intangible being:
This is my tantalizing reality,
and oh, how I am addicted.

So many times I have thought of putting down the pen forever. I could do it....right?
Well done.

[Troy Henson]

Nicely written. I enjoyed the write

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thank you very much!

[stars are far]

that was very great work, though i couldnt related the tittle to the poem.. :/
but the poem was great :D

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thank you! Just think about 1440 for a bit, i'm sure you'll come up with something :)

[stars are far]

sorry nothing ! hehe its fine :)