On the Cliff of the Moment

And then I knew,
Like a resigned nod
that prompts the stately closing
of massive doors upon some fictive scene.

And then I knew
that delusions of proximity
are like delusions of grandeur, only
twice as laughable and five times as distant.

And then I knew.
despite saying I was cool with all of it,
I could do without everything but hope,
and that was not on offer.

I understood the measure
you would take from me
and it was not enough.

 

  6 comments for “On the Cliff of the Moment

  1. Davy
    September 8, 2014 at 5:28 pm

    The dull, enduring pinch of unreciprocated passion?

    • September 8, 2014 at 5:33 pm

      The blissful numbness of self-disillusion

      • Davy
        September 8, 2014 at 5:51 pm

        Ah. Distant cousins those two.

  2. Judi
    September 11, 2014 at 12:42 am

    Ouch! That one hurt…

  3. Stephanie
    April 10, 2015 at 9:11 am

    Loved it, especially “I could do without everything but hope,
    and that was not on offer.”

  4. Lee
    February 10, 2017 at 11:10 am

    “What hope, in truth to offer save maybe this
    That in the ashes of our fire that both snuffs and kindles
    a kind of alchemy will seep that,
    mixed with hands and minds and tears,
    will birth something wondrous and strange
    as to confound two lonely souls
    and fill that place the fire leaves behind
    made from us, and greater too”

    *hugs*

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