Look At The Ceiling

[Gerson]

There's clarity to be had
Should you ever suppose yourself brave enough
To quiet the hyena of distraction.
His offer makes sense: things
Can more easily happen.
Bypass that thimbleful of truths
That sprain your ankles. Whats the use?
The fact that wer'e always spinning
And floating, it's so fundamental
That to realise is weird. Heavy. Detrimental.
But he’d rather you didn’t look up.
The scale makes you reconsider-
The unknown quiet, and riot, it will always be unknown
And always be silent.
Yet we each share seconds with it, reality
Bares no preference, endows no one with the throne.
Comets silently hurtling through space mean as much
As all of love, all of luck, all of hate.
I get the same feeling
By looking at the ceiling.
In any restaurant, any room,
At once I’m dislocated, divorced from the words
That gather below like clouds. Fumes.
Ceilings remain, perpetuate.
Unseen, uncared for, expected.
Yet they wield with raw power
The notion of elsewhere.
Sometimes i can’t look up.
Things keep happening here.

[Windsend]

Hello Gerson. I cant help but to have the same feeling when I realize that that the bigger picture is not being cared for properly. This is especially so when I look at one of these 'Ceilings' on an everyday smaller picture, and even they are not prepared or fixed yet. Cliché's exist for a reason so I'm told. Good ones, and bad ones, even the new ones up in the air, and/or the ceiling. Always a pleasure. Brad -

[miharu]

I loved the cadence of this piece, especially in lines like "Bypass that thimbleful of truths / That sprain your ankles. Whats the use?" To me, the rhythm really emphasized the speaker's hopelessness here. The line "Comets silently hurtling through space mean as much" to me represent the speaker looking outside of themself and realizing that the futility is pervasive throughout the universe. I loved the lines about ceilings implying an "elsewhere" - otherwise, why cap the room? Brilliant write.

Hope to continue seeing you around TPS, and remember that the posting requirements are 3 replies to other's work for every poem that you want to post to the boards. ^_^

[dwells]

What a unique subject matter G, and then too there's the hunter's maxim that "deers never look up", which lends lots of credibility to your poem here perhaps. Nicely done and an intriguing read my friend. Cheers! - Dan