Two Short, Not Particularly Happy Poems

[PrinceMyshkin]

1

There's trouble brewing in my neighbour's eye:
loneliness, like a shock,
prickling the back of his neck,
and he, no more than I, has the answer.

'These are troubled times,'
we exclaim without speaking,
now his curtains drawn,
now mine.


2

Madness is stalking our buttons,
eager to snaffle them up,
cheap or dear. Even the zippers
have gone to join an international cartel.

What Marx left out of the equation
was spite, and despair. There are some
who would rather crack heads
than watch their profits rise.


J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

[Bii]

Genius as always! You manage to convey so much with so few words. I'm very jealous.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Genius as always! You manage to convey so much with so few words. I'm very jealous.

YOU'RE jealous of me? You who wrote:




When he was gone

I wonder if you still recall
the day he left.
A quiet exit, accomplished
without slammed doors
and querulous voices,
or broken crockery...



On the Shore

Standing at the edge of the water
conscious only of sensations;
bare feet licked by dog-like waves,
the freshness of sea spray
on my skin.The warm
salt taste on my
mouth reminds
me of
you....

[ampoule]

I remember these and I still like them. I will accompany you on a cello while you read them aloud.

[kiz_paws]

That sounds like a wonderful idea ... I'll tag along, if you don't mind a quiet person in the background....

I enjoyed the effect of so much said in so few words, Prince. Well done. :)

[Bii]

Myshkin you are too kind. And yes I am jealous. Insanely so actually. Most of your poems I haven't commented on, though I always read them, because there's only so many 'that's just great's' you can take before it starts sounding a bit stalkerish!