Even a tomorrow got its own

JEFFREY MANE FEBI

Heard the ticking of dawn
As with eyes without a lens I looked
Wrinkles of love lazily they pass by
Then Earth delivered and I was hooked
Hisses of storms old hastily rush by

Many a vivid plot pregnant with
Chances unaccounted for marched.
‘Aaha heart’, said I … ‘look at you’,
‘Look at me … who between us’
‘Is in greater pain … you knew!?’

Even a tomorrow got its own
Chances to be unaccounted for to moan
‘Oh’ said the heart. ‘My joy isn’t yours’
‘And your pain is certainly yours’.

Comments

[Jeff Febi]

Thanks Michael. There's a bit of John Keat's 'negative capability' where the poet cease to exist and assumes the thoughts and or emotions of another person or object or organism etc.

One of my pieces, 'I was lowered into solitary', first explored this way of writing.

You may in interesting in reading John Keat's work.

[Michael Dom]

Intriguing. There's rueful sadness in this soliloquy.

I enjoy the way you use dialogue in your poems. That's something that I've not had much success trying, but being part of the poem dialogue is sometimes more effective than reporting in the first person what your/the characters feelings are.