Fallout Shelter Memorabilia

Midnight revision, that lumpy chair,
White satin adjustments,
E coli and fragments of bread:
Here I make my endings
The hard side of beginning.

Rewound in Fahrenheit, shale frozen in silence,
Detritus compiled, night creeps in,
And the empty bed, you are the entanglements
Of judgments spelt in keys
Stuck to the machine’s embrace.

I look at the rows of dusty shades
-- The record of yesterday erased --
My thoughts are broken videos
Inside my head. My evening walk retreats,
Leaves no path to follow, ends where it began.

What have I seen before?
The inner curve of the skull.
This ends too soon.
I go off with my own illusions
While others whisper in the dark

Peter, if one were to read this piecemeal it certainly would make no sense. The first and second stanzas, for instance, seem to be totally unrelated and vague in their references. But being familiar with your style, one can on reading the entire poem, recognize the Eliot like introspective narrative you portray, which expresses a lonely evening scene quite clearly.


Les

Les,

Thanks for reading the whole thing and for reading it as if it held together somehow. Actually, anyone whole only reads poems 'piecemeal', anyone's poems, I would think would be doing a disservice to the poem and to the poet.

amo,

Peter

I like this part:

Inside my head. My evening walk retreats,
Leaves no path to follow, ends where it began.

I really liked how you reflected on this poem Peter. Nice poem.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/17/2008 12:52PM by AngelsFear.

Thanks, AngelsFear.

Peter

Peter, if I had read just the first stanza of the following poem, I would have never learned to appreciate a wonderful poet:

...'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


Les

you bet!

Rewound in Fahrenheit

nice !

hee!

Feels good to read it Peter. Before I saw what Les said I was going to comment similarly on the way this ties together at the end.

I felt something heavy in the last two lines but it took the whole poem to set it up.

Very nice.
Steve

Thanks, Steve.

Sometimes I do not know where a piece is headed until after I have read it.


Peter