unrhyming rhyming
D.H.
Lawrence
by Roberto Lavidez
the world
is a painted
memory
where
coloured
shapes of
old
spent lives
linger
blurred
and warm
night
after night
with a
blemish
of day
unblown and
unblossomed
has withered
away
tragedy
looks
to me
like man
in love
with his
own defeat
finding
myself
all wrongly
among
crowds of
things in
the sunshine
jostled and
racked
I have found
a place of
loneliness
lonelier than
Lyonesse
in that
most awful
stillness
that only
gasped and
hummed
why does
my soul
contract with
unnatural fear?
I am listening
is anything
said?
and our
scream
is soundless
in the
paralysis
of sleep
and we
know it
they seem
to be
beckoning
rushing away
and beckoning
whither then
whither?
what is it?
say what is
reckoning?
to be or
not to be
is still
the question
the feelings
I don’t have
I don’t have
the feelings
I don’t have
I won’t say
I have
now I am
all one bowl
of kisses
and something
in me
has forgotten
has ceased
to care
I love you
rotten
delicious
rottenness
I wish
it would be
completely
dark
everywhere
inside me
and out
heavily dark
utterly
down the
endless
slope
where
the last
road goes
is the last
word now
uttered?
is the
farewell
said?
must we
hold on?
or can we
now let go?
we know
it is flowing
away as
flowers are
and we are
only slower
I look at
the swaling
sunset
and wish
I could
go also
to me
men’s
footfalls
fall with
a dull
soft
rumble
ominous
and lovely
coming
my way
I am far
beyond
the horizons
of love
and strife
fish
oh fish
so little
matters!
©robertolavidez2014
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