Usual Tuesday

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Usual Tuesday

Living is merely dying for the optimist.

So if I make mistakes a growing trend-

like losing you, loving you, meeting you- it

shouldn’t matter much in the end.

 

I guess I’ll just work utilising the

impuissant intervals of interest I can

rally the strength to muster and the degree

I once prized and had underpin every plan.

 

I may meet some other dislike-minded

failure, and settle into a marriage and home

of convenience, mutual recognition of last chances

and rising fears of being alone.

 

I’ll raise the children led to believe

that Mummy and Daddy were born husband and wife,

the same children named after crossing off

the ones earmarked in and for a happier life.

 

I’ll live in the same town I grew hope in,

and stifle the restlessness I tendered as truth,

whilst passing off Paris, London and the Elbow Rooms

as the improbable pipe dreams of youth.

 

Then I’ll die in a blaze of Usual Tuesdayness,

convincing myself I had lived half-well,

but deep down I’d rue I never knew happiness

like the sort once brought by my February Belle.

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MindNumbing commented on Usual Tuesday

01-27-2011

In a strange way, this reminds me of Poe. I can't quite put my finger on it, maybe just the pessimistic vibe... but it's definitely there, particularly in that last stanza. I love the word choices here... "Usual Tuesdayness" is the perfect description for the mundane life we all fear. Awesome write, Arron!

ginga commented on Usual Tuesday

12-31-2010

ahhh Arron this poem's pathos is felt by the reader, like a pall hanging over the funeral. Such regrets live in a heavy heart. I love the way you used Tuesday and February to add to the dilemma. ty ginga

arronpalmer

01/04/2011

Yep, this one was written gripped by a fear life lets the mundanity triumph over youth's sweet dreams. Thankfully, we're still young enough to perhaps at least try to stop such an atrocity. As my favourite poet Philip Larkin once said, "Live life, for life has a habit of living you". Carpe diem and all that :)

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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