SEPTABLE POINT
Can there be any more good ones? Romantic nostalgia, stray glances on a scorching summer afternoon? - I tried, I did my best: foolishly, with stubborn disobedience - as was always my custom and instinct - I tried to steal a kiss with a kiss of compliments, and dared to believe: That I alone could not proclaim Don Quixote's aimless romance, And believed that the stars, seductively flirting, might yet be caught by my half-assed, misguided stumbling: My patronage of a culture still alive,
unbroken and tweaked creed: a joy cherished in rich repositories of hearts, that I was not only comforted by the music of words: with precious messages I would have hidden from the world to escape! - I know: memory fades fast - like attention - I would have sought the secrets of hearts, like a lost comet!
Yet I am often a dying fish, caught in a trap of emotions, who flees to his stubborn and priceless naivety, because he wants to believe with the soul of a child: the other troublesome and troublesome things of the world can still be fixed! And the fallible morality of men is no taboo subject! - Let the present tell me if the vulnerability of my past is the secret weakness of my past
The future that chases uncertainty? - But alas! - I must feel that the cherished example of posterity in generations has ceased - and therefore it is necessary that, besides selfish obstinacy, the vulnerable point in me should be put right: my conscience!
About this poem
In each poem, lyrical layers follow each other, build on each other. Just like they are integral parts of the past and memories.
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Written on December 10, 2022
Submitted by oasev on December 10, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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