One Shot Poem

Familiarity

Page,
you promise the sweet kiss
of lovers never known,
but bring before me
withered, dying bodies
bared ten thousand times before.

Their effort at bracing shock
fades to familiar
contempt with age.

O to be young
and stupid, believing the fresh
lay of the land
is not the contour
of millennia before
groomed by wind, rain
and painful dislocations
of the earth.

Every person I see
looks like some other
I’ve known,
except
that dull stranger
in the mirror.

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11 thoughts on “One Shot Poem

  1. Yes, truth that I have experienced. Well written friend..especially loved these “O to be young
    and stupid, believing the fresh
    lay of the land
    is not the contour
    of millennia before”

    Sometimes writing feels like a dull rewrite while the songs of the great come to mind as one seeks to compose something new and fresh.

    Keep writing. Your stuff is always vibrant.

  2. Dynamite ending to a great piece Matt. Particularly liked the third stanza. I have made a conscious decision not to grow old on the inside.It will be bad enough having to look at some miserable old woman in the mirror every morning so I certainly have no intention of living with one.

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