The Belt Thief

anarchist's picture

We trusted it
We did so foolishly—together
The generosity of the perfect machine is endless
Strange that with our colors
We believed what the monster could do
How we would stare at that smooth gate
Awaiting the ability
The moment of unity
When we could unhinge the door to golden perfection
And be blinded of the sight we would no longer need
And carelessly drift deep into that blue-gray abyss
Without thinking
Without watching that which had no cause
Its lack of purpose fueled our return
The lift from the shining gray pool
In which we would blissfully fill our lungs
Like buckets in a well
And I watched the key inside me
As it lost the blood I so lovingly gave
And died like the belt-thief's sun
Killed by the hammer of depth

Comments

Lehcure's picture

This paints a bittersweet

This paints a bittersweet picture.

elph's picture

Frankly, it exceeds comprehension.

I know you're capable... please write something with a few less challenging metaphors (as a favor for one such as me).

anarchist's picture

Sorry if this sounds harsh, but I'm don't write poems for you.

I write them to express my feelings so they bother me less. I'm not trying to make a poem that people will care about, just one that makes me feel good.

elph's picture

In that case...

Why post them?

Anyway, I'm aware that they aren't specifically for me... but in the event you'd like me (or anyone else) to truly grok your emotions, ambiguity doesn't work!

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

One posts a poem...

For one's own happiness? People hang paintings even though they aren't for others to understand, because they may want them to be seen. Art is for the artist, but that doesn't mean the artist doesn't desire to share.

Besides, someone else might understand a metaphor where you might not. I'm firmly of the opinion that if one cannot grok the metaphor, one is unlikely to grok the true emotion, as an unambiguous word may carry less nuance. 'I Love Him' is unambiguous, but perhaps it does not carry the same meaning as 'I feel for him as the sailor feels for the sea'. To grok is to feel the every contour and nuance, so perhaps what you may see as ambiguous another may see as the very essence of truth?

Anywho, that's my bullshit speech on artistic integrity and my interpretation of linguistic nuance's effect on the ability to communicate. Sorry, Anarchist, if this is totally off base from what you're thinking about. No idea where that came from.

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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

anarchist's picture

Actually,

this is very accurate. I post my poems because they don't feel complete if they're just idly sitting in my hard drive. And I like to have all my stuff in one place, so it's easier to track and organize.

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Oh, good.

Glad I got that right, then.

* * *

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.