Diary Entry — October 11, 2008

I’ve had some sacred moments,
hearing angels getting set to fly.
Still some confusion is apparent
as the soundtracks of my life collide.
It isn’t music necessarily,
but sound it is, though visualized;
reverberations of the bells
augment the silence that appears inside.

Behind me, ashes of desire,
edit news that isn’t fit to print.
My only sacrifice is fire,
burning castles that are made of hints.
Electric body language fantasies
are wet intentions, as they pass
the point of mist. My inhalations
reason with the leaves of grass.

Looking up I find that I
am stars
, back from vacation in the sky,
sorry that I am divided,
sorry that I can’t divide

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3 Responses to Diary Entry — October 11, 2008

  1. Hillary says:

    Annotations please! I had a lovely romp with your words just now. Will you share what KIND of poem it is, for those of us less-versed (he, he)in poetic forms?

    sorry that I am divided,
    sorry that I can’t divide…

    Nicely done on the last lines.

    Say, in your new profile pic you’re looking a little Christian Bale-ish in Newsies (NO, I didn’t watch that 300 times when I was in Jr. High and of COURSE I didn’t have a major crush on him just because he was the only movie star I knew).

  2. OLEG says:

    It’s this type of verse. Also, the “Diary Entry” form means that it wasn’t very thought through, pieces, probably for later use in something else.

    I’ve never seen Newsies, but I appreciate the comparison, I think.

    Annotations forthcoming, though I’m not sure you know what you’re in for.

  3. Hillary says:

    Hullo! I had no concept of your capacity for annotation. Bravo. Definitely gave me a new take, as I’m sure it did you.

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