This is one of those poems that popped onto the page during a troubling time in my life. I had been out of sorts for a while; long-shelved feelings for a girl were beginning to bloom again in their tiny emotional mason jars. It's that way whenever you really love someone and they seem unavailable. You can do your best to put those feelings away, and ignoring them isn't always difficult, but sometimes there's nothing you can do and you hear the lids creaking as the pressure inside builds.
But it's a calm place. You know you're going to start feeling those pangs of love-sick soon enough, but for now the soon-to-be blown jars haven't messed the closet and there's nothing to clean up; you're just waiting to hear that shatter of glass, mop and bucket ready. This is Nagasaki.
Hello Darren,
ReplyDeleteThis is Ozymandias; but call me Vaughan. I'd like to keep in touch with you as, having read the contents of this blog, you've left a very eerie, but positive impression upon me. Not only do we share the common hobby of writing, or a common taste in literature, but even our politics coincide (or our disposition to the contrary) and even our underlying emotional states in some instances. Of the many aspiring writers I've encountered online, you strike me as one with great potential and it you should not by any means stop pursuing this enterprise. We have chosen to partake in a very cruel sphere of a far more cruel world, but persistence in unison with talent is known to yield fruit.
I wish you the best,
Vaughan
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ReplyDeleteVaughan! Man, I'm so sorry I forgot about finding you here. Yes, indeed let's keep in touch. I hope you've not given up on me stumbling around here again; I will be posting more soon. Send me a note; darrenmoore[five][seven][at]gmail.com Got it? :)
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