Just Outside the Spotlight

We’ve broken down the silence again -
Whispered, waited held off the black rush to the shore -
Wondered if they’d call it
The United States of Oil -

Held off for the spell-checker to break down -
Turned our hope round the Keys -
Listened to those birds headed south, headed east,
Lit a a lantern -
Gave up space…

Hear the song vibrate
Like a lost chord in a train wreck!
Hear the echoes of the moon?

We’ve been tried and convicted -
Unrhymed, portrayed as baby singers
Taking up the last string of the thread
As all our todays unravel…Make

Music against the tyranny
Tyranny tyranny
News from the gulf
Is swallowing me
Like a golf ball down the drain.

Heracles cannot see
Into the future
Through the doorways of the past…
His ankles are tight
And mind full of dust…

Saying you are awake
Is not the same as
Being awake.
Being in the light
Is not the same
As being the light.

Leave it to you to create poetry amid destruction....and I mean that in a good way, Peter.

Joe

Im getting tired of this oil business and I don't even watch the news. Being a Texan, im just selfishly glad it's going the other way.

Love ya Pete!

Thank you both for responding, Angelia and Joseph. It is nice to get a range of opinions about poetry and subject matter, which is a big part of why I have posted poems here for so long. Hope you are both well.

amo,

Peter

Peter, I thoroughly enjoyed this one. To me the most relevant lines are these:

Hear the song vibrate
Like a lost chord in a train wreck!


Les

Thanks, Les.

Those were actually lines I enjoyed writing. I can't myself tell if they are particularly good, but they have an unusual metaphorical quality.

amo,

Peter