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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
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.
Love this: “solitary journey
from womb to tomb”
A very dark area and I like it!
I do like this.
Anna :o]
Solid versework, good flow.
Oh, my! This one really touched me. Had to read it a few times. Kind of calls to you……
Dear Rob: “Vague vision of home” yes, indeed! I can totally relate “The Sync”. Speaks volumes in few words! Amazing! Love it!
I like this one too Rob. We are all on that same bus of life, I think , trying to combat alienation. Except those who embrace it.
“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