Friday, December 3, 2010

ENOUGH

unbalanced on some edge of sickness
hanging from the depths of deepness
beyond the burning bridges crossed
unable to fall because of fear
enough is enough

suffering with some neurotic neurosis
flawed by the flawless imperfections
beneath the expanse of midday darkness
afraid to look because of blindness
enough is enough

anxious from the cutting anxieties
sharpened by the unforgiving gods
hiding behind the Eucharist curtains
forlorn with empty detached thoughts
enough is enough

hollowed by the missing truth of light
between the crevice of a cracked mind
dangling from the frozen space
wretched with rancid rancor
enough is enough

butchered by the blood of Christ
flowing beyond the depressed mountains
towards the empty dead sea
ravished by the violence of crusades
enough is enough

depressed from rowing across the desert
motionless with the unreturning tide
unable to cry with closed eyes
transforming silence with words
poetry is enough

10 comments:

flaubert said...

Wow, Wayne that is beautiful and so true.
Pamela

Tumblewords: said...

Haunting piece. A truly wonderful thoughtful read!

gautami tripathy said...

Awesome!

astral music

Deb said...

Fabulous, Wayne. I think it's one of my favorites of yours. Of course, I love the idea of it, what I take as its meaning.

AND I really like the opposites throughout, example: "depressed mountains."

(deb at http://stoneymoss.org)

Briarcat said...

I think I'm missing a few levels, but the anguish comes through clearly. Those juxtapositions really amp it up, especially with the added alliteration.
( I know I have no right to critique, but I don't believe you when you say poetry is enough. It seems weak and exhausted there, more like "all I have" than enough)

Brenda said...

What a beautiful cry of the anguish of existence. And we have art, our poetry...

caroleesherwood said...

what deb said!

and hi! i've been anti-social for a while and have been missing everyone. :(

thelaughinghousewife said...

What a heartfelt poem; sometimes poetry is all we have.

I love the last stanza in particular.

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Very powerful... especially the last line.

Cynthia Short said...

"flawless imperfections" is just one idea that confounds me in your wonderful piece. Really good work, Wayne!