15 January 2012 Missing Link - sidewalkchalketta

This poem is inspired from a conversation I had today with a poetic friend; seems an element of romantic comedies is invisible to him but not me.  I guess I see more of the emotional attachment such movies provide, and I value this quality very much.

15 January 2012

Missing Link - sidewalkchalketta

Connecting the dots, there’s something amiss,

the flicker show’s real, some ships sail in mist;

the popcorn is spilled, some eyes remain closed––

there’s more to be said, there’s more to be had,

of blood that still beats, of hearts thus exposed.

The comedy pales, there’s gaps between spokes––

these anchors must drop, emotions provoke.

Come, we must find that we’re broken but linked.

We’re hanging like chains, the iron is cast,

we swing in the breast humanity’s massed,

and drowning on waves, we’re left to the sea,

survivors to crawl on beaches designed

to line up the dots, to cross all the tees,

and live in the fog of self-esteem’s trust.

We harbor our keels, ignoring the rust,

ignoring the wind that fills up our sails.

It’s broken, awoken, screaming desire––

don’t miss all the links, emotions expire;

don’t use them you’ll lose them, cresting concern,

and swamping your boat, spin rudders to flight.

The lee becomes starboard, bow becomes stern,

no compass no stars, leaves souls lost at sea

and your missing links, a chain that you bleed;

open your eyes, there’s a message within.

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L1-7, S1,3, and L1-8 of S2

The nears on the road are clears of the home

the NEARS on the ROAD are CLEARS of the HOME

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L8 of S1,3

CRYPtic but PLAIN, go to HIM with bare FEET

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