COMPLAINT

COMPLAINT

A Poem by Tasi83










                     
I listened to the whispers of voices
 in fertile silence - I waited:
 slowly, deliberately, patiently!
 Compassion must have possessed
 me for moments 
- To my compliments' euphemisms
 all-all answered with a smile!
 It clung like a turbulent dove,
 The walking hibernated existence on earth,
 And the dream,
 the throbbing pulsation of Immortality,
 With the webs of idyllic dreams!
 - In schoolrooms secret romance playing
 mischievous tongues immovable earthly 
Angel-with repentant doe-eyes has called
 forth his constant superstitions!
 Heartbeat rooted in the earth!
 Stunned cardiac arrest,
 biology's conscious catharsis-state,
 became a fragment of meaningfully lived moments!
 In the tingling tremor of swan-tails
 I hid my paper-consuming,
 madcap secrets! 
No other could have heard
 and seen but a star-browed fairy!
 - Her waving long legs crossed,
 her daring flirtation of eroticism followed!
 - Had her consoling maternal lap
 manifested to embrace my
 conscious orphanhood,
 She would have offered me 
Salvation itself with never-felt
 unknown emotion! 
Alas! - But it was all so long ago!
 It has become the eternal witness
 of my irreversible past!
 His promise to be kept
 - to wait for him - I seem even
 now to bear alone!
 In atomic annihilation, blindly I walked,
 I wandered in love's
 desolate desert of sand!
 I never dared to look back,
 yet I remember...

© 2023 Tasi83


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Added on April 17, 2023
Last Updated on April 17, 2023
Tags: contemporary, lyric, poetry, poem, free verse, prose verse

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Tasi83
Tasi83

Budapest, Budapest, Hungary



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I was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..

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