BTRIPP (btripp) wrote,

OK ... so, some poetry ...

I don't know ... I've just not been writing. Of course, in the current modality, I only seem to be able to write when left to myself away from the computer for a given length of time. Since I've either been at my computer (where, again, for some strange reason, I seem unable to compose poetry ... which used to not be the case) or not alone. This weekend I had the two El rides to O'Hare to deal with the car rental, and this and the one following came from those times.

                    BROKEN, SCATTERED, LOST

                    so much goes without
                    we lose the words
                    spun of dreams
                    and waking sleep
                    we transit twixt
                    the place we are
                    and the frame
                    of distance seen

                    too many things
                    are lodestone to the eye
                    too many oceans
                    deem our immersion
                    as their right
                    too many worlds
                    tax this soul
                    as subject of the realm

                    we are divided
                    into so many ways
                    bits and packets
                    all seeking to expand
                    to fill the whole
                    overlaying with demand
                    every moment
                    every fragment of our time

                    the source is missing
                    the central theme
                    has been displaced
                    we lie in doldrums
                    lacking current
                    craving wind
                    searching streams
                    to carry us away

                    every function
                    and facet of our lives
                    stands justified
                    within its light
                    but none have bearing
                    upon the world
                    floating empty
                    like treasures in our dreams

                             - Brendan Tripp

                    Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp

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