The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Tue 3/14/06)

[RetroLounge]

Consummation Of Grief

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it becomes knobs upon my dresser
it becomes paper on the floor
it becomes a shoehorn
a laundry ticket
it becomes
cigarette smoke
climbing a chapel of dark vines. . .
it matters little
very little love is not so bad
or very little life
what counts
is waiting on walls
I was born for this
I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.

Charles Bukowski

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RL

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[miss_american_pie]

1. ...

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

5. ...

:hug:

RL

[wildhorses]

2. Bukowski again? Very prolific poet, I like this one especially

the first and last lines...
:hi:

[RetroLounge]

6. Love Bukowski...

:hi:

RL

[bigwillq]

3. Hey Retro!

Thanks for sharing this poem! :hi:

[RetroLounge]

7. anytime!

:hi:

RL

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear RetroLounge......

Thank you for this one......

I love these vivid images.....so clear and true, that they speak to me...

I've had some small share of grief, too...

But nothing this overwhelming, I think.......

At least in retrospect..........:hug:

[RetroLounge]

8. ...

:hi:

:hug:

RL