Poem - Sad Echoes
Apr. 19th, 2015 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kokopelleThere are social events and then there are activities that ought to be social events. The poem “Sad Echoes” is about the latter.
Sad Echoes
Poem for Day 109 – 20150419
Sad echoes of shared acts,
life's most intimate connections
played out in a mind single,
acted out in sole soliloquy
on life's stage meant for two.
At least one, or a dozen,
ghostly allies in a selfish quest.
Push through the middle, find the end,
journey the pleasurable payment
towards a return embraced alone.
How many times is enough,
when craving becomes a habit?
To connect so many people,
in ways oh so intimate,
still nothing to show for the effort.
Frank images viewed to excite,
lurid words read to self.
A single goal set to mind,
completion is reward itself,
empty echoes of original acts.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
Sad Echoes
Poem for Day 109 – 20150419
Sad echoes of shared acts,
life's most intimate connections
played out in a mind single,
acted out in sole soliloquy
on life's stage meant for two.
At least one, or a dozen,
ghostly allies in a selfish quest.
Push through the middle, find the end,
journey the pleasurable payment
towards a return embraced alone.
How many times is enough,
when craving becomes a habit?
To connect so many people,
in ways oh so intimate,
still nothing to show for the effort.
Frank images viewed to excite,
lurid words read to self.
A single goal set to mind,
completion is reward itself,
empty echoes of original acts.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
