While Writing

Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.

And the high cheekbones of the beautiful life
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.

I think, how useful it might be
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together

Is nothing but a kerchief tied around a survivalist's head,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,

And that after marching one doozy of a kilometer after another,
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.

by Noelle Kocot

Comments (13)

tied in knots of comprehension Such a great poem, Noelle...Congrats for being chosen! SweetLyrehc
An excellent read. You have written a wonderful poem.
Complex and yet imminently readable. Need to read more of her work to see if this is her typical style... either way I think I like her
Writing is healing to the soul. We write to express what we cannot say.
Such a great poem, Noelle... congrats for being chosen...10+++*
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