A Poem Whisperer

By lupus tenebrae

At first glance, it was harmless martyrdom,
just words on a screen, right?
After all, there were copies,
hard copies, with real attachment.

Funny, how quickly I realized,
they were fundamental, those “words”,
no matter the attempts at segregation,
or whatever mantra I discovered.

Foundation, a building without it
can only topple, and is nothing more
than a mess of girders and blueprints.
Such selfish implosion.

I destroyed them, like a toddler
dissatisfied with his tower of blocks.
I felt them bleed underneath my thumb,
right as I hit “delete”.

I split that timeline in two,
and my self-labelled moniker
could no longer call nostalgia, priority,
when its patina had washed away.

Sounds crazy, huh?
A poem whisperer, ha, go with that,
and say it in a mocking tone,
they’re only words, right?

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.

Published on Wednesday, March 28, 2012. Filed under: "Philosophical" and

Author's Note:

Perhaps we are too hasty to abandon the past, it serves as a pedestal, from which to stand taller than before.

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Comments on "A Poem Whisperer"

On Monday, June 25, 2012, XXYYZZ (12) wrote:

Amazing work .. what did you mean by I split that timeline in two, and my self-labelled moniker could no longer call nostalgia, priority, when its patina had washed away.? Im just an amateur, here to learn! :)
On Monday, June 25, 2012, lupus tenebrae (872) wrote:

Normally I don't explain my work, but since you seem interested, it's basically saying I went through a change. My style, my demeanor, the past and the present, that's all really. Thank you.
On Tuesday, June 26, 2012, XXYYZZ (12) wrote:

I feel inspired :)
A former member wrote: They are never 'just words' are they?