By Oldepunk
https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/
See there is this yearning
and I am learning
It’s all this painful turning
stations taking notations of rotations
always, always, moving
and it is making me ill
moon moving, earth moving
sun moving, galaxy moving
everything always
moving moving MOVING
for one second
I WISH i could stand STILL
a chance to catch up
with my breath
grab hold of the life that fled
the moment, I realized
I wasn’t dead
But the motion and momentum
buried me in concrete
before i could admit defeat
and I struggle with the velocity
violently pushing its god damn
philosophy
at ME
I need a moment to consider
my position i have to reconfigure
my life stole my soul and ran
at 17000 miles per hour
left before I began
to know
just what to do
in all this commotion
without you
and it’s all this turning
constant motion churning
it has made me so very ill
I just needed one moment
a moment to stand STILL
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Thanks for reading 🙏
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you’ve really captured the spinning reeling feeling, and I so wanted stillness. distilledness, but you’re right it is endless and the death is the final stillness. but can we find peace before the grave? surely there is some balance point in there somewhere…
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For me, the balance is in the words on the page and the ink in the pen
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Sometimes what not to write is almost more important… Nice work.
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“the moment, I realized
I wasn’t dead”
i actually laughed at this part, because i could commiserate so much. this was an excellent rhythm.
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Thank you Sam!
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The dynamics, the physicality of your words … left almost breathless reading … a workout and a pleasure … the gym so overrated … I’d much rather read you.
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Thank you!
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Sweet Baby Jeeeezus, this is phenomenal.
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Thank you!
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This made me dizzy, in a good way – if the world would just stop for a second, if everyone would stop yelling and trying to persuade and convince and manipulate… I might actually figure out where on Earth I am
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Thanks Mick. It means a lot coming from a writer with your talent.
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Olde Punk has a distinctive poetic style, a strong voice and a keen understanding of poetry. It is an honor for him to allow participate in Sudden Denouement.
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Thank you so much my friend!
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