gomorrhan
Gold Meritorious Patron
I just wanted to start a thread for people to put their poems they may have written about their experiences in the Church, while in, while leaving, etc. When I left, I wrote about a hundred, but I'm selecting this one because it's about how it felt trying to communicate with my ex-wife, towards the end. It was making me NUTS.
we leaped from structure to structure
seeking for the perfect balance
towering edifices of logic and reason
defended our inability to reach
as we withdrew, ever further
we leaped from structure to structure
following the corners and lines
imposing a grid on the swirling vortex
that threatened to reach out
and we withdrew ever further
leaping from structure to structure
peak to peak, into the valley
watching the streams
I wanted to reach out
you withdrew, laughing
leaping from structure to structure
and the wind buffeted my frozen form
as I followed the trail
through the meaningless swamp
of emotion and thought
searching for the structure
you,
leaping from stone to stone
you withdrew, laughing
my face pressed up against the structure
the structure, the structure
you stare at me
you wonder why I won't follow
as I smash again and again into the structure
and you withdraw ever farther
I lack the tools of expression
trapped by standing waves
I burn at low pitch, to discord.
we leaped from structure to structure
seeking for the perfect balance
towering edifices of logic and reason
defended our inability to reach
as we withdrew, ever further
we leaped from structure to structure
following the corners and lines
imposing a grid on the swirling vortex
that threatened to reach out
and we withdrew ever further
leaping from structure to structure
peak to peak, into the valley
watching the streams
I wanted to reach out
you withdrew, laughing
leaping from structure to structure
and the wind buffeted my frozen form
as I followed the trail
through the meaningless swamp
of emotion and thought
searching for the structure
you,
leaping from stone to stone
you withdrew, laughing
my face pressed up against the structure
the structure, the structure
you stare at me
you wonder why I won't follow
as I smash again and again into the structure
and you withdraw ever farther
I lack the tools of expression
trapped by standing waves
I burn at low pitch, to discord.