Sunday, April 26, 2015


You are my only vice.
Okay, "only" is a little dramatic;
I have other vices it's just...


you are the most troublesome
& tormenting of the lot.
Don't be dishearten;
while your radiance is pure torture,
the idea of giving you up
is laughable.

You see...

every blushing dawn I awake
without the taste of you,
only serves to remind me
I am flawed;

every lustrous moonbeam that shimmers
without the touch of you,
casts shadows about me that
I must negotiate;

every gust of wind I breathe
without the scent of you,
steals any hint of amazement until
I feel jaded.

What else is there for me to do,
but crave the taste, touch & scent
of you?

For without you, life
is a gnarled noiseless deafening
courtship with discontentment,

but with you, life
is a generous tranquil majestic
courtship with excitement;

for you
undress the worthless feelings
that impede me
& arouse a fearlessness
making me invulnerable.

On inspiration for this piece: This idea was pulled from Poetic Asides's 2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 26. "For today’s prompt, take a word or two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem."  While the title indeed is one of the "invented" words, I also include a handful of them throughout this piece; totaling, with the title, 30 words.

Again, trying to step outside of myself for a bit.  Sometimes when expelling evils it takes more of a toll than just letting them fester.  Or maybe it is simply the fact that if done time after time it wears, especially when not balanced with more uplifting (hopeful), even if fictional, thoughts.

On a side note, this piece feels as though it was meant to be read aloud.


Victoria said...

Nicely done. I can see aspects of this applying to many forms of addiction--the line about taste made me think of coffee! :0)

Claudia said...

ha - that made me think of coffee...oy... i'm a heavy coffee addict that doesn't even want to be cured...smiles

Vandana Sharma said...

different hues of life

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I totally understand because I'm (thankfully) married to my addiction. This just made me miss her. Thanks = Mosk