Write: A poem about writing poety: by: Dr. Rafey Habib
Write
Nothing to add:
Artists bones hang before
Their disturbed lifes peace
Is nothing\To reach for;
These arms hang loose
Waking
Is not a reaching out but suppression
Of all we tried to
Value; valueless
We seek in sleep and
Theories of dreams the shrivelled metaphor that almost
Anchored.
Fear is for
Language unspoken rather than broken
Language that speaks
Alone, in your room littered
With books and longings;
Language that hails
When you wake
The loud alarm,
The voice of a match.
The gods for whom we speak
Are accepted or rejected not
In contemplation nor in jest
But in the moment of
Amnesia, the moment of
Assumption; unforgettable, yet lifes
Remainder is a forced divorce from its
Memory. Fates mentality we do not define,
But euphemise what straight
Defies.
Filmed by: Chris Barrett
Special Thanks: Elizabeth Licorish
Dear DavidRandallCurtis: thanks for your kind comment: Rafey.
rko3gen 3 years ago
Great stuff--5*fav
DavidRandallCurtis 3 years ago