The Sync

 

The Sync

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connection
to make contact
searching for the sync
the heart of the matter
in this solitary journey
from womb to tomb

a stranger
on the bus of days
seeking distraction
chatting them up
to suppress
the voice of isolation

immersed in the small talk
of love
and accomplishment
to drown
the incessant murmur
of alienation

the chant of abandonment
ever there to remind
that we board alone
to make our way
toward an enigmatic destination

clinging
to a vague vision
of home

to disembark
as we began

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rob kistner © 2011

• collage entitled “The Sync” – by: rob kistner © 2011

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• linked at Carry On Tuesday and Magpie Tales

9 thoughts on “The Sync”

  1. dark and lovely, naked under
    the veneer of viscera.
    I like the lines:
    /to a vague vision/ of home/
    to disembark/as we began/
    naked in our funeral tuxedo,
    or bursting with the flames
    of cremation, launching essence
    like a bolt, really leaving as
    we came in; yes, alone, even
    in pairs, in crowds, in cities,
    in turmoil, in bathos, yet with
    the index finger on the pulse
    of the universe, transitioning
    without fear, transferring energy
    as easily as an angel.
    Poets go to the dark places
    and shed their light.
    Thanks for yours.

  2. Dear Rob: “Vague vision of home” yes, indeed! I can totally relate “The Sync”. Speaks volumes in few words! Amazing! Love it!

  3. “a stranger on the bus of days..” love that line.
    I don’t find this dark in anyway. I find it expressive of part of journey in being alive.
    and…
    “to disembark as we began…
    nice.
    thanks

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