There are rumors
Spiked by moonshine
Privilege or disgrace
Oppression spells her full name
For the Zweig suicide guest book
A librato place
No-one can follow
Without revealing their intention
Take comfort
From people who do not care
They lacquer their unteathering
In pretty boxes with false bases
As Houdini shone the key beneath the deep
So they perfect stillness in powdered sugar
Salvaging nothing of the wreck
As salt stained and barnacled
Driftwood is recovered by shore
Ebbing with lessening
I love those last two lines, the driftwood and ebbing!
as do I
” Ebbing With Lessening ” has me visualizing a process…not only of lessening but a day or perhaps hours before I write my name in the book. “From people who do not care” who simply continue to walk on the sand where the tide erases the only proof they were ever there. Beautiful and powerful! Thank you!
A lot of people do not care. Maybe they are tired; maybe they are mean. Hard to tell. Doesn’t hurt any less when they don’t care about you.
Beautiful, flowing, description – and excellent metaphor
many layered, this one is 🙂
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Graceful lines, my friend.
They lacquer their unteathering / In pretty boxes with false bases
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from the Feathered Sleep
Wow is not even enough, but I am out of words.
*Blown away*
I will reblog this on Br Andrew’s Muses, I cannot express my thoughts except that they are visual
wings see faery star beneath the smiling moon
https://brandrewmuses.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/ebbing-with-lessening-19-june-2017/
It’s all brilliant. But these lines:
They lacquer their unteathering
In pretty boxes with false bases
As Houdini shone the key beneath the deep
So they perfect stillness in powdered sugar
Are particularly so. <3
Interesting poem. I write poetry too.
Thank you very much
🙂🙂
The caring … we should do more… maybe we are all driftwood… but as long we are not stranded maybe all is well?
Exactly right you always nail it
Lovely work. Thanks for sharing.