Passed Too Rapidly

Getting emotionally stirred enough to burst 

into print today isn’t going to happen easily; 
for the reason explained best as a torpor of 

indigence, we’ve reached an impasse with 

little left to motivate the late great ambition 

of a poet in dire straits - changes, whether 

real or estranged have gained upper hand 

and rule with omnipresence disdainfully 

The used-to-be won’t survive this leap into 

space we will be seeing first-hand - endure 

it we will with planned panache but here it’s 

an irony of nothing really new anyway, a ho 

hum recitation of been there, done that - so 

we’ll move on gracefully with no regrets 

At least that’s what’s expected; longer one 

stays in stasis the less one feels obliged to 

be energised by another idea floated in the 

sea of separation; & its still flaking the past 

away you've an emotional want to confess 

but the moment is passed too rapidly 

© 29 October 2014, I. D. Carswell