Homelust

Home,desperation,love,madness

 
 
Home, 
was/is 
 this 
abrupt,evanescent, shady, primitive, hopelessly amorous, suicidal 
craving. 
to sink, 
your boat 
in her distant, delusive/elusive  
eyes, 
of obscure pigmentation. 
 
 
See, 
 
pestilent clouds 
hung from 
Seawater poplars. 
 
Again, 
hallucinate. 
smell the nihility  
of her salinity. 
 
Smoke, 
smoke, smoke, smoke. 
 
Cough-calculate-cough 
You, 
corny 
unripe/rotten,  dramatically profound 
sad, 
thing. 
 
Sneeze, 
astutely. 
In winter. 
Freeze, 
astutely. 
 
 
 
irresistible, 
impossible  
home/quietude  
 
 
Now 
drown 
in 
countless flavours
of 
an astronaut’s ennui. 
 
                    be.
stay homeless. 


 

Reviews

[Circe]

wow... you wrote this in a bout of sleeplessness.. and it absolutely rocks my boat! (not sink!) you do get that sense of desperation... when you really miss something, and it comes from all your senses... i like how you incorporate the sneezes, the smoke, the cough... and the layout is fab. stay homeless... melancholic.. you have mastered that. excellent Thorne!!!

[Thorne Heathenspring]

I love the way you capture my thoughts so candidly, Mags :) Thank you. I don't think I've ever been able to write self-satisfyingly without imbibing melancholia.

[Circe]

haha... yes, i get that through your words.. :)

[saratogaparty]

"abrupt,evanescent, shady, primitive, hopelessly amorous, suicidal craving."

This line confuses and intrigues me all the same.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Very peculiar and original, there is something haunting about your relationship to your roots I'd wager. A very psychological piece, I'd say surrealistic but it felt quite intentional.

[Tomi]

Wow, Sigh!! I almost got lost in translation! I felt a bombardment of different yet similar emotions. A Superb poem this is. Bravo! I Loved it

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Thanks a lot Tomi :)

[Layley Lu]

Stunner. I read this and seen myself ! You worked the poetry of sounds with wonderful acuity and made a hardship soar with painful beauty. I like this writing

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Yes, sounds can also induce emotions just as well as words sometimes, I was thinking. Thanks a lot for the comment Layley :)

[Marri]

all the discrepancies in between the pauses of home and homelessness are captured here, like the pauses between the notes (and there is the mastery as Schnabel says). Absolutely exquisite in its cozy tragedy we call home

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Yes, Marri, the tragedy...indeed. Thanks a lot for your words :)