This indolence tosses me
like autumn leaves,
mere whispers in the breeze.
Corkscrewing ever round,
intoxicated by thoughts
that reminisce amongst
far flung ports-of-call.
These empty seas would remit me
unto an isle,
stark, sun-bleached and worn,
smoothed by time and vapid waters.
From here I could scrutinise
the present and the past,
incongruent exhortations
unworthy, ad hoc companions
in perpetuum.
The thought of rescue lies
far beyond these nascent incubi,
continually beseeching me
from beyond the far horizon.
Perhaps I will light a signal fire,
a plethoric plume
to engulf this loneliness
and bring you to my shore.
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Your use of Latin creates a different mood, and I believe it illuminates the eternal conflict by the juxtaposition of the incongruous of the intellect and the emotions. Personally, the greatest transverse is the space between the brain and the heart.
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What a lovely analysis! Every reader will have a different interpretation of my poems. Like a good song, a poem insinuates, resonates and inspires the reader. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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