Afternoon’s Impossible Heat
Afternoon’s impossible heat,
I meditate. I need something
— boredom’s illness
imprisons souls lost to idleness.
In half-awake daydreams
I see spent memories, the future’s death,
pieces of old clouds. My feelings
never rest.
For a long time
I’ve looked for existence:
I meditate. I need something.
My creative potency
is writing again:
if suffering
is an art
then what is happiness?
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from my first book: In Forbidden Language, (Stillpoint Books, 2010)
and from my eighth book:
Full Life In The Day Of A Poet, selected poems, (Cyberwit Press, 2019)
©dah / dahlusion 2009 all rights reserved
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