Tuesday, May 3, 2016

POEM: "Once In A Hawthorn Bar"

Once In A Hawthorn Bar

I once said you should be
able to look along any line,
keep the light, grab hold of

its angle, and the hope on it.

Only this world, so full of 

objective correlative, and
with these days, I’m not sure 

whether that promise can be kept.

Dissociated sensibility shall 

abjure the lines and thoughts
that set you apart from the 

objectified world. Forget the promise.

Instead, the keen eyes amongst 

us are in a hide, peering out,
wondering whether this is all 

and whether the goodnight is final.

Or if, like it, we share the same 

impulse to know ourselves.
It's a large thought. Damn it, 

I am stunned by all I haven’t learnt.

© 2016 Rob Schackne

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