BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,
BTRIPP
btripp

geez ...

Aww, heck ... just when I'm getting discouraged about nobody looking at my poems, a brand new person shows up on my "Friends Of" list and posts some nice stuff about some poems ... that certainly helps my attitude! I certainly have been on a tear here in April, with 10 poems in the first two weeks. This is good ... since I know I'll have "can't find time to write at all" months, it's good to have "torrential" ones too. I'm feeling pretty confident on my sliding into a "200 poems per year" pace here, which while not quite up to my old 250/yr pace, is at least up there where I'm feeling like I'm doing something!


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                    BREACHING INTO VOID


                    1
                    so disconnected,
                    immersed in pain,
                    with disturbances
                    of panic, dread,
                    dark foreboding;
                    we only feel
                    the fire of light
                    in the dungeon of the blind
                    2
                    vistas infused
                    with foreign memories,
                    we spin out plans
                    which have no basis,
                    formed of torture,
                    and ache, and anguish,
                    the marks of torment
                    upon the soul
                    3
                    from the center
                    we implode,
                    the outside too hostile
                    to let us survive;
                    the only path, inward,
                    deeper and warped,
                    in cold isolation,
                    shadowy space
                    4
                    each door the tiger,
                    each bulkhead
                    breaching into void;
                    we have no options,
                    just strings of lies,
                    promises without support,
                    pretty lures
                    which only hide the steel
                    5
                    orbiting the swirl
                    of final flushing,
                    death beckons,
                    almost kind,
                    to walk away
                    out of this picture,
                    plane breaking,
                    step from this frame


                             - Brendan Tripp
                                04/14/2002

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
 
 



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