Poem: Fragile Supernova
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Fragile Supernova
And why did you
Have to snuff out that brazier?
So warm,
Inviting, though
Deadly to a moth
And men of the cloth.
Did you not think of
The rosy sunrise?
Of the robinÂ’s mating call
While you ate
Your proverbial toast
And the juice of the world
Trickling blissfully
Into a stream.
Irony was your mistress
Not harsh like the moon
But even Heinlein would
Have shook his flinty face.
Moreover, you see the storm
That descended regally
On the stone
Grassy colonnaded plinth,
Barely a pint of your worth
It washed in vain
Through my tears,
An albatross of my own flaws
A Judas of my heart.
Like a prisoner and his gruel-
This packaged world
No doubt be the greying of your eyes
But every cheap cardboard
Lies a trace of past color..
Even the measly foil that peeked
Out of the crumbly corners
They are like me,
Last to be seen,
First to a lassÂ’s regret.
I stand stoic
Silent in the hurricane of tears.
A lilac lily spins past me
The gleam in the lint of doom.
Do my eyes tear by dust
Or sadness?
I smile, cry not for me
But for the friend I knew
And the girl I still love. -
It took me a long time to comment on this poem. I could have just make remarks like ‘Beautiful poem, well written, etc.’ but I decided not too.
IT IS an excellent poem, there is no doubt about it. I love the last stanza
‘I stand stoic
Silent in the hurricane of tears.
A lilac lily spins past me
The gleam in the lint of doom.
Do my eyes tear by dust
Or sadness?
I smile, cry not for me
But for the friend I knew
And the girl I still love.Â’
It reminds me of King Lear standing in the mist of a storm, challenging the forces of Mother Nature. (Of course in King LearÂ’s case in an extreme manner) Simply breathe taking.
But what is actually this poem about? I really could not pinpoint my feelings to any single direction. Maybe that is the whole idea of this poem, boundless.
And thatÂ’s what I like about his poems. -
The endless void someone feels when he or she is faced with a loved one leaving them, eg. a breakup but the gal says she's sorry and you feel, if you're sorry, why do this?That kinda thing...
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Not Impresive....
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Okay.What's your take on it?
