End Count Poem by Tailor Bell
End Count
Silent bell and silent sun
Space enough between us
Now as then
Attached to spiny beliefs sharper at each start
Whipped around snapping at their pneumatic roots
Fly many cherished dares and distillations
Shaking off shred moments into orange oblivion
Medium the pace and medium the glue
But down they clatter and clink into haphazard piles of regret
Souring the scene and breaking routine
And saving the day
Ever rising faster than before
God never slams the great door shut
But for the creatures who love only you
You consider the cut
Their way of breaking your heart and their wide grinning smile
Launch you onto a ride you wish for, dimly excelling
An old engine pushes you forward as you feel for the brake
Pretention painting its own smug door
You invite star thoughts to slide in
A quiet seat for a full moon
Too soon to clap
Or speak with
Control
A poem full of feeling, thankyou for sharing this Love duncan X
Tailor, you've knitted almost every duality I can think of into this amazing mosaic: pain/pleasure; tenderness/bristling hard edged attitudes and positions; time passing/stillness; space/intimacy; love/loss/hope/regret (cheating I know): even agony and ecstasy in degrees, all in an atmosphere that transcends them all; As if the bitter can/should/might become sweet, and vice versa. Basically, I can see just about any damned thing I want in here! But you've kept it all so tight, so precise, fluent and yet so comprehensive - enough of all of these and more to match this blending of numerous fundamental themes. If you want your head screwed every which way read a Tailor Bell poem! ! You're profundity personified. jim
More abstraction. I read this as a row of some sort between yourself and your son. Whatever, its marvelously evocotive of all sort of notions.
Excellent work Tailor, once again you bring the reader into the poem, this is marvelous, excellent read, fabulous imagry. Thankyou Tailor--Melvina--
Feelings that course deep within, the imagery outstanding in the Tailor Bell fashion!
TAILOR...NICE STORYLINE...STELLAR IMAGEWORK...I ENJOY YOUR UNIQUE STYLE OF EXPRESSION...KEEP THAT PEN PUMPIN, TAILOR! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:01:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A ride through the synapses with scarcely a second to think how you can make that harmful break.