Sweating beneath my shirt
anxiously,
i sit alone
waiting
stark, white, a diseased canvas.
for it to come.
A monster,
A beast of seasonal discourse
comes so often.
rears its lonely face,
divulges its terrifying story.
Listen and I will tell you -
I have walked with your idols and I am smarter,
larger, and more charming than you.
Soon they will know,
Insanity wages war on the fragile mind,
the countless stars are pits,
dreary and snowfilled.
clouds dim their shine.
Don't ever remember September. However, August and October are fine.
The best month for love is never.
Never Ever.
4 comments:
sorry guys, the formatting is whack, but I did the best I could.
Enjoi!
I actually really like how the poem is formatted here. Since the first few stanzas are spaced apart like that, it makes the reader slow down and the words really pound and sink in while reading them. In the middle of the poem, it seems like the voice is completely changing...it starts to speak to the reader directly. There is a lot going on here but after reading it over a few times, I really like it, especially the last couple of lines. Nice work.
September is a month of transition (summer/fall) and the overtones of waning or lost love and the idea of an "Early onset september" compliment each other nicely.
Its hard to define these poems, especially considering that they were produced by multiple authors, but this one seems markedly cohesive.
I like how this poem seems to be a nightmare, but one that helps the speaker discover a kind of truth or advice at the end. It is as if the speaker has been haunted by this reoccuring dream and then suddenly realizes what it means. I also really like the imagery, it really brings the scene to life.
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