The Monochromatic Intellect

The Monochromatic Intellect

A Poem by Ben Taylor

A trickle of loneliness
Shivers along my spine;
The homely familiarity
Relaxing me as it contracts
Around my heart.
The grease-stained hands of solitude
Whisper as they pluck each breath
Of love-ache from my lungs,
Their filth encrusted nails
Susurrously stealing away emotion,
Replacing it with a bleak lack thereof.
The blood-black burn of
Estrangement lingers just beneath
My skin--
A reassuring reminder that all
Is as it should be.
Hope,
Born from the incipience of satisfaction,
Defines all we live for;
An absolute acquirement of
Contentment would merely render one
Directionless.
And so, I stumble "forwards",
My fear of attaining the companionship
That allures me as acute as my
Heart-wrenching desire for it.

© 2011 Ben Taylor


Author's Note

Ben Taylor
Obtaining what we truly desire could be disastrous.

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blood-black - that's an awesome visualization. i only had to think about it when i went back and realized blood isn't usually black, but at the time it made so much sense (and still does) that it didn't hold cause to skip a beat. and what you say is true, if we were ever to achieve what we desire (in the end it's perfection, i find other arguments are moot) then yes, it would be disastrous.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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When want something, it hurts trying to get it. Great poem Ben.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The imagery craves to leap from the screen into the mind of the reader, I find your wording makes me paralyzed to move away, reading the prose for the third time, I find I want more, well done, great read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


blood-black - that's an awesome visualization. i only had to think about it when i went back and realized blood isn't usually black, but at the time it made so much sense (and still does) that it didn't hold cause to skip a beat. and what you say is true, if we were ever to achieve what we desire (in the end it's perfection, i find other arguments are moot) then yes, it would be disastrous.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing and brilliant I really liked it

100/100



Posted 13 Years Ago


This is wonderful Ben. Your expert use of the language always amazes me. I love the alliteration in "blood-black burn". I can feel the conflict you have created in the end. I stumble "forwards". Excellent. :) Although I hardly think you stumble for words. :) Brilliant piece once again :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Anticipation can be more enticing or exciting than the real thing (sometimes... but then sometimes the real thing can exceed our expectations too!) Either way, it's a glass-half-full way of looking at loneliness and solitude. Some intriguing images and complex word structures here... and some great alliteration and assonance.

Posted 13 Years Ago


superb! I liked the over discriptiveness of it, usually that takes away the good points of a poem but in this case it works well.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great work! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Brilliant.
Would like to take my chances, though, Ben, with "An absolute acquirement of Content."
Great poem.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

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