Ok,
it’s not
working so
magnificently,
reality tastes worse
than a dose of medicine
placed in a mouth used to
sweets. So let’s play charades.
All you do is pretend you’re
somebody I really think
I like and I pretend
I adore you
and
I
fall
in love,
or act as if I
did. So we go get
married and then one
day you wake up and say
– but I was only pretending!
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear.
You’ll say it’s for real
and get angry but
it won’t matter
because it’s
just a cha-
rad-
e.
© 28 March 2008, I. D. Carswell
it’s not
working so
magnificently,
reality tastes worse
than a dose of medicine
placed in a mouth used to
sweets. So let’s play charades.
All you do is pretend you’re
somebody I really think
I like and I pretend
I adore you
and
I
fall
in love,
or act as if I
did. So we go get
married and then one
day you wake up and say
– but I was only pretending!
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear.
You’ll say it’s for real
and get angry but
it won’t matter
because it’s
just a cha-
rad-
e.
© 28 March 2008, I. D. Carswell
"Reunion glad something in this for you. trouble me - do not seek reunions don't seek meetings best explained in fantasy of poetry - I don't need it."
ReplyDeleteMy sentiments exactly - I worried that I was selfish in being unwilling to other people talking - but it is not so, I read far more than I write, the equivalents of talking and listening - it is a question of few people weighing their words when they launch into discussions. Martin sings eulogies about the joys of talking nonsense and I do love humour and laughing - but talking nonsense seldom reaches an acceptable pitch - but I shall avidly read and evaluate what is written when people have used their minds more constructively. As for meeting in the flesh, it is totally useless as everybody sits behind masks and there is less communication than per e-mail.
"Being Seventeen lovely insight! capture august words intended - express with clarity power often leave in poetry struggle to exert dominant part strength in all components of personality"
Do you also have the feeling that childhood and youth with its fears and restrictions and discipline made you feel older now that the years have brought freedom of choice and self-confidence? Wonderful, isn't it, to be absolutely single-mindedly focused on one's own ideals and dreams without reference to all the arbiters that made life hell! Yes, you are a poet, an amazingly good one; but I am not. I am a philosopher with a love for music and with the need to make music through languages since I never mastered a musical instrument - but love singing, and words sing. I suppose I shall never be a poet, but that is not why I write - I don't want to become anything, I am already a dreamer and that is enough. I write because I want to listen to the words sing and consign my feelings and ideas to those singing words and see what they will create to reflect the unsayable back to me. I don't think of myself as a writer, I am a reader and thinker who write in the process of reading and thinking; and I am glad that poets like you can find in value in some of what came out of that. And I am delighted when others read something that strikes a cord with them. But primarily my work is a reflection of the thinking process and a means of surviving the overpowering feelings unleashed by the many thoughts. I don't want to write with an eye to what people wish to read and what will impress them - I write down what I want to remember into eternity - and poetic, lyrical formulation makes memorisation so much easier and enjoyable - that is why I am glad for all poetic help you give. I want to take my sun-poems into eternity as living testimonies of how much I loved the sun, may I forward today's sun poem to you to make it better with a view to my project of perfect gems to take with me? Posting to PH is a means of sharing the beauty I see dutifree and without obligation - so it is wonderful. Thank you for all the polishing to satisfy the desperate need for perfection that drives me crazy, kind regards, Marilese.
As they say in the Aussie vernacular, no worries, Lil sis.
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