a delicate arrhythmia pervading
of cracked voices, soaked in malaise
and vomit spilled, coagulating.
Like paranoia and panic it crept
metastatic, hempen and contagious
be the youthful forcibly wept
so virulent, potent and hideous.
It felt wounded, a gash, open
fiddled heavily by a muddy digit
perusing flesh beneath the skin,
to rape the limping spirit.
I am here, amidst this anarchy
of bodies mindless, and hollow
moving shadows in captivity
by their own subversive sorrow.
Struggling for alimentary earth
where seed can grow to life,
where breathe escapes dearth,
where warmth eases the knife.
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Aegri Somnia - Lat. A sick man's dreams. From Horace, Ars Poetica, 7. Loosely, "troubled dreams". [This post was loosely inspired by the current professional predicament of the author.]
The first aegri somnia is here.
The second aegri somnia is here.
The third aegri somnia is here.
Original image from here.
3 redmarks:
i'm in awe at how you sugarcoated your "professional predicaments" with a weave of beautiful words; spun with flowing, almost musical rhymes..
i specifically liked the last stanza ---
Struggling for alimentary earth
where seed can grow to life,
where breath escapes dearth,
where warmth eases the knife.
melodramatic..
You should publish your collection. I seldom read poems, but yours is beyond the conventional.
This is poetry, Red. :)
@Nate Thanks. I don't often use rhymes though, I find it too stale and formulaic. I prefer other literary devices, alliteration is my favorite. Thus, most of my poetry is loose and free verse.
@Mugen But who would buy? Or better yet, no publisher would print. Haha. But thanks, I dream of getting my own book published some day - whether its poetry, prose, or my essays.
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