Two Roads

was it only about existentialism

and not about destiny

which bled from this pen and into the core

of everything I knew and believed in, so far

looking back, our memories reacted

and with time

slid around,

rolling across days and into the night

stone blind, without eyes

blast of nocturnal

blazing with fury we dare not touch yet

as our thoughts kept pressing for daybreak

muscle memory taunts

resisting ridicule against kismet,

naked abandoment of senses

and we're flat out spent against sunset

I still want to believe

back to the moonlight if you please...

Reviews

[SZHZIA]

It is a free-verse poem in which you have expressed your thoughts clearly. I like the last two lines from this piece. Nice. Thanks for sharing, Alisa.

Best
szhzia

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, S for your time and comments...

I will be by soon

Alisa

[SZHZIA]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome

[Tony Jordan]

The need to believe ousts logic in a sentimental coup d' etat more times than presidents in a south American banana republic, in those with romantic veins. It has always been so.
I agree with Willard; this is rich in content and deserves more than one read Alisa.
Excellent poetry my friend
:)

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Tony...

Always a pleasure to read your thoughts.

Wishing you well.

Alisa

[Hi]

The kind of piece I need to read again to really get in full. I liked "muscle memory taunts" Thanks.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha Matt,

I hope the message was clear that I was attempting to convey...
read moreAloha Matt,

I hope the message was clear that I was attempting to convey...

Thank you for stopping by... I will be by soon.

Alisa

[Hi]

It's just rich. The overall message is there. I had to look up "kismet".