Exquisite Joy


Uncategorized / Friday, October 12th, 2007

It’s better to be alone,
in the darkness
with the memory of company
to share my solitude.

Childhood memories,
sepia tinted images
that float slowly to
the surface of awareness.

The first kite,
A cat sleeping on
my belly
Games of hide and seek.

But the pictures i call up
are not from ages ago,
but a lot closer to now
ever present.

Not nostalgia,
but a bitter sweet
pain from a now
that is not now.

Pain that is not past,
and not pain yet
strong and fragile
an exquisite joy

18 Replies to “Exquisite Joy”

  1. whoa! whats happening dude? never seen you in this mood before..nice words though albeit the feeling escapes me.will mail you with my questions rather than harass you in public

  2. whoa! whats happening dude? never seen you in this mood before..nice words though albeit the feeling escapes me.will mail you with my questions rather than harass you in public

  3. all credit to the muse, the feelings bring forth the words – and some credit to a viral which leaves my defences down 🙂

  4. monsieur le saint your poem is very nice. but i prefer the left-right-eyebrow-conversation variety. wonder if your muse can challenge you to write something like that again?
    waiting. watching.

  5. monsieur le saint your poem is very nice. but i prefer the left-right-eyebrow-conversation variety. wonder if your muse can challenge you to write something like that again?waiting. watching.

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