On A Day Stillborn

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    On A Day Stillborn

    My heart’s about to burst straight out of my chest

    The skeletons are out and about of the cupboard

    You know that I know that no one knows shit

    My hopes dead as dinosaurs

    And I don’t feel like doing anything

    The sun sets early on a day stillborn

     

    Half-forgotten memory abruptly erupting from the heap of spent nows that is times past

    Getting informed of looming terminal illness in a way too clean room

    An inadequate and erroneous response on my part leaves everyone silent and teary

    Over the hill creeps the mist

    Eating all the sheep

     

    Shivering as the notion of inexistence ripples thru my earthly all

    The milk goes sour in a matter of seconds

    Wistful thousand-mile stare thru the bedroom wall

    “Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici”

    Regretting not having killed the messenger

    BUTTER KNIFE TO THE THROAT

     

    Surely a shower will set things straight

    Washing nocebo out of my hair

    A few tears go undetected in the perpetual falling of fluids

    Dirt, filth and soap down the plughole

    Daddy longlegs working their way across the moldy fields of the bathroom ceiling

    My shower cabin takes me dark places

     

    Drying in silence while the Titanics of the day go down

    The newspaper is reeking of bitter end on the cluttered breakfast table

    With a towel wrapped around my waist I go upstairs to bed

    Not really needing no one today

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    winterkou commented on On A Day Stillborn

    09-06-2010

    im not sure if i really understand your writing , but i like the concept of where your going with this .

    rsalassi commented on On A Day Stillborn

    09-05-2010

    Welcome back, Stig. I wonder if you realize there's a special room in your head, vast and crammed full, where you keep the most imaginative concepts. Others don't have such spaces unfortunately. I'd settle for a little closet myself. Remember that the next time someone in authority orders you "to go to your room." It's always a treat to take a tour there. I love that concept: a stillborn day.

    stigbohnolsen

    09/06/2010

    It's all about remembering the combination that unlocks the door to that room. Thanks the comment!

    ginga commented on On A Day Stillborn

    09-02-2010

    Olsen, I always find your images fascinating and true to form, meaning a the frrustrations that ar exhibited could certainly be real. ty ginga

    stigbohnolsen

    09/06/2010

    They often times are, albeit a bit blown out of proportions for dramatic effect. :p thanks for the nice comment!

    MindNumbing commented on On A Day Stillborn

    09-01-2010

    Definitely a heavy read for this early in the A.M... and I'm sure a heavy write for anytime of the day. I feel the anger and pain within these words. It speaks clearly, although the meaning of the poem itself is a bit elusive... which is a good thing for me. It makes me revisit it time and again to try to unravel the mystery. I love this from beginning to end but there are a few lines that stand out above the others for me... "Over the hill creeps the mist Eating all the sheep" is a prime example... perfect imagery. Nicely written!

    stigbohnolsen

    09/06/2010

    Thank you for the nice comment, and indeed, it wasn't all that fun to write. :p

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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