Monday Poetry by Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: Prolegomena
I once had a relationship that went something like this …….
We live together without even looking at one another.
In silent rooms
Where corners web with dust,
Questions hang fat like spiders.
Even rain is a curtain of busy needles.
You have forgotten the road you came by,
Valleys long and strewn with stones.
These days are less prone to pity.
Our indignation feels more righteous.
Defiance, failure, desire, and incapacity,
We always find another means of resurrection.
Something suitably germane,
Prolegomena to anything but talking straight.
Too easy to elide some disturbing moments
In our haunting disillusionment.
It is a cruel, contained, and frustrated absurdity,
An illocutionary act of lascivious regrets.
With escapist exploits like wanton winds.
How common it is we thrive on next to nothing.
Weighty silence of disbelief falls upon us, its hushed gatherers.
While my tongue stirs, reaching for words
Till this flickering love weakens and goes out.