Peter S. Quinn


So Much – Too Much - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So much spotless pleasure is on
Always from me to you
Everything in its effect till it's gone
Into the dark night and blue
Feelings so lonely sometimes
Giving their occasions still
Reasons with intellectual climbs
Its every purpose to fulfill

So much – too much
Like nothing sometimes at all
This much – just lots
In its own way and appall
So much – too much
Like nonentity in its wherewithal

So much of our ordinary finding
Commonplace daytime job
Living around and both of us binding
So it may seems downside up
Living isn't easy these days
Confusion around every street
Day of our days in their grays
Moments like these in bittersweet

So much – too much
Like nothing sometimes at all
This much – just lots
In its own way and appall
So much – too much
Like nonentity in its oddball

So much that hasn't been tasted
With every finding there is
You and I in those moments invested
But it all came just down to this
Living isn't easy these days
Finding the right key and lock
So much of this never stays
With its out the door and crosswalk


*(Yes, again I was doing another Cole Porter song like…)

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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (12/28/2009 12:50:00 AM)


    nice write sir! ........ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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