Sunday, August 09, 2009

Tragedy

Waiting.
For the moment that never comes.
For the poetry that should happen.
For the fulfillment of hope.
For the rightness of things.

Cold.
Wistful wishing unacknowledged.
Heart gone silent.
Dead skin over chilled muscle.
Frozen hopes crystalline irises.

Still.
Cannot shut out the hope entirely.
Tragedy and comedy are insufficient.
No moment, no completion.
Run to not see the void in reality.

Why wait?
No moment comes.
But if it did,
Just lie again.

6 comments:

Crash said...

I'm not sure I like your poetry, but I do appreciate it. You have powerful style.
Talking and not talking.

Crash said...

I really do think movie moments happen, sometimes. In my, albeit limited, experience, the movie surrounding the moment is never what one expects, but the moment exists.
I'm really not sure what image to get from "Frozen hopes crystalline irises." (not that I'm sure about any of this) Is hope frozen because it, like the flesh, is dead? Or, perhaps, we're talking frost on edelweiss? The image seems too pretty to be dreadful.

Crash said...

I've been out of the abbey two days. I've beaten a lawman senseless. Fallen in with criminals. I watched the captain shoot the man I swore to protect.
And I'm not even sure if I think he was wrong.

I don't know what I think about lying again.

Crash said...

Three comments on the same post are not enough!

Siri Yamiko, Dark Lady said...

Thank you for your comments. I'm not surprised you didn't like it very much, I'm not a good poet at the best of times but this one had to write itself. The "frozen hopes crystalline irises" line refused to change itself, though it annoyed me too. It is to reflect how hopes can be seen frozen like crystals in the irises of the eyes of the speaker. Like I said, it wrote itself, I didn't have much say in the imagery. I like the Book quote. That's kind of the sentiment behind this poem. And I definitely agree, you needed to put a fourth comment there for symmetry.

Thank you again.

Crash said...

Oh! Those irises! Totally makes a lot more sense now.
Less than perfect poetry is still praiseworthy, when it carries meaning for you.
Perhaps your heart is not so silent, as it might appear?

no, no, don't answer that; it was something other than a question