BellsA Poem by K.N. Lorenzengrammar/glossary, flow, praise, critique--- All very welcome :=)BELLS
There used to be
these bells Tolling and
chiming metallically In electrified
air And they would
summon and ignite Every fiber of
these robes and bones And the red
rooster Would crow in
that high-pitched heat And I would be
thoroughly stirred Charged with
the metallic nutrition Of
blissful bells And electric, vivid air Spinning me in
the manic motions of a thirties- film-reel Now All tensions
have been released And the bells Are buried under
hollow, hesitant airs The rooster sits Mute and Stares The armchair is
comfortable Here All passions are
neglected I’ve grown my
nails and hair You should try to feel, what it’s like To be tame The Rooster Who remains on
the spiral stair Has caught an
awful cold It sometimes
tries To elevate its
comb With the usual,
youthful pride Then it looks at
me Arms, hanging
limp From each side
of the armchair Yes, it’s still
dark, feathered friend It is still very
dark You should rest
your red throat and comb If anyone should
mention Women Or The city I will have to
laugh This is the
quarry of the heart
© 2014 K.N. LorenzenAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on March 8, 2014 Last Updated on March 8, 2014 Tags: Boredom, growing old, Air, Rooster, Numbness, Dispassion, Bell AuthorK.N. LorenzenCopenhagen, DenmarkAboutfrankness as never before, disillusions as never told in the old days, hysterias, trench confessions, laughter out of dead bellies. - Ezra Pound "Hugh Selwyn Mauberly" more..Writing
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