Thoughts invade your soul,
the familiar carousel of darkness
is awakened, by what, by whom?
What dust of synapse arouses him,
the organ grinder plays his dismal tune.
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
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- V
- Philly `burbs, Pennsylvania, United States
- All characterological defenses, fetishes and addictions are life-limiting attempts to fulfill personal strivings for creative heroism in service to the denial of death anxiety. V T Deabler, 2008 c2005-2006 All Rights Reserved
21 comments:
I've awakened many a nights by that organ grinder.
Derek
A very good ode to insomnia. Wish I'd read this last night.
That's the thing about synapses ... there are plenty more just a thought away, maybe the opening one's soul or a problem worked through. Keep writing poet/writer! You are our favorite!
I love it! Do I have to worry that you are not sleeping and feeling melancholic? Do I have to send in the Marines?
Get out of my head V! LOL ~Sooz (maybe it was the honking of Canadian geese)
this really strikes a chord within me.
wow, powerful V!
~JerseyGirl
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I hate when i awake in the middle of the nite to the organ grinder. He always plays the same tune. Depressingly keeping me awake.
Nights are longer than days for the lonely,
Visions of people and places and things.
Wandering helplessly through shadows of emptiness,
Abandoned only when sunshine the morning does bring.
Stacy
I'm thinking of the dust that looms in the dark corners of your soul. Perhaps, time for a spring cleaning. ;) ~V
Love the poem V.
Wishing you a good
night's sleep tonight!
*** Coy ***
I love coming here to read your poetry. Before long I will have a book. Then I'll be asking for an autograph. ((((Vince)))) -Barb
We need to send Mr. Sandman to pay a visit to the organ grinder. Pleasant dreams, V. Hugs, gloria
Nicely done... as per usual :) Jenn
first time here. check out my journals.
shay.
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Very, very nice.... Have had many a nights like the one you describe....
"Who but an organ grinder cries when a monkey dies? Not even another monkey!"
--- Kurt Vonnegut
Wonderful, quirky, delightfully creepy poem. I like dark works--"the familiar carousel of darkness"--I have been there.
powerful piece. judi
Great stuff, Vince, and it takes guts to follow Yeats onto the stage.
{{{{{{{{{{ Vince }}}}}}}}}}
The words are few, the images are many, the poem is fantastic!
Vivian
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