Standing Still

Standing still….

 

Standing still, I do welcome you here

To the greater edge of hopes and cares

Where it’s prudent to own a frigid heart,

Than to have it bare right from the start

 

On pathways riddled with troughs and snares

You could drown here and no one cares

Amidst the tears of mental coffins

With thinking tomes wasted, rotten,–

 

And heart strings over-plucked to act their part

we find acoustics for the heart

Emitting outward like ripples in a pond

to find someone you think of as fond—

 

and not some shallow or striking snippet

we’re tired of that kind of exquisite

Refuting minutia those hearts elicit

especially when there’s demons in it.

 

With gusto from the diaphragm a shriek

Louder and louder in stark mystique

Because the skin is not made from Teflon,

And has many scars to question

 

Somethings we should talk about, and whittle down,

when the pen starts making upward frowns

a different discourse since vacant faces left

These rest have succumbed to new unrest

 

Beleaguered by too many cold shoulders

As apathy is the beholder,

with soft hands and lithe grace a harbinger

A scintilla regarding her

 

As it’s nothing, like the passing winds

Sonorous echoes the heart rescinds

That unattainable melancholy

to start afresh with everybody.

 

But then who saves me, in this forgotten world,

The endless space above unfurled

And one more vodka to lips so wet

So soon I fade, soon you forget.

 

A temporary panacea we chose

But when all the love goes as it goes

Am I another stranger in the room,

another indifference consumed?

 

A tapered end we can’t recuperate

As the flames they start to dissipate

And our candles melt into a stillness

As ownership holds some forgiveness

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

12 thoughts on “Standing Still

  • June 30, 2017 at 3:27 PM
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    Oh so forlorn and melancholy, yet beautifully written, Paul. You have many friends and admirers here, dear poet. Well done. Oscar Wilde was a wonderful poet, so out of time and place – I love his works.

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    • July 10, 2017 at 9:30 PM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis. Oscar Wilde definitely was an amazing writer. I am glad you enjoyed this Phyllis, much appreciation

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  • June 30, 2017 at 11:18 PM
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    I enjoyed this very much, Paul and can relate to the sentiments expressed. I love the rhyme and the words you came up with like: Teflon and Question. Well done.

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    • July 10, 2017 at 9:31 PM
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      Thank you very much John I am happy you enjoyed this piece my friend.

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  • July 1, 2017 at 12:17 AM
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    Great work Paul, and with love and matters of the heart so fraught with peril, we in human skin try everything to understand ourselves. Some great phrasing and imagery as always. Kudos.

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  • July 2, 2017 at 12:11 PM
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    Thank you so much Tony. It is so hard to completely understand the many emotions we have. Love being I think the most difficult.

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  • July 3, 2017 at 10:01 AM
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    What a great demonstration of word usage – the vocabularic range on this piece is amazing and quite impressive.

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    • July 10, 2017 at 9:40 PM
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      Thank you so much Ralph coming from you and your vast array of vocabulary that means a lot. Much appreciation.

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  • July 9, 2017 at 5:18 PM
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    Tis sad but so true coming off the pen of dear Oscar. The heart ” meant to be broken,” I truly think not, yet the human animal easily brings the torteous affair upon itself. Love is a fleety often fickle and so cunning emotion that virtually throws us curves. You sir expressed it so well with your magical selection of verse. Bravo and well penned. I will be back for more of your selections.

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    • July 10, 2017 at 9:42 PM
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      Much appreciation again Vincent. Love is one of the most difficult things to understand, we as poets write countless verses about it and somehow we are still perplexed even by the notion of it. Thank you do much for your kind words.

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  • August 8, 2017 at 12:31 PM
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    Paul,

    Another ‘WOW!’ poem from you. I certainly can relate to your incredible poem, here, that is so very well written in describing ‘the woes of the heart’. If only I could turn my heart off, and not feel it’s pain, anymore…

    Your words are breathtaking, and keep me mesmerized as I read each line that validates my own heart’s journey on this fragile path of life.

    Thank you!

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    • August 9, 2017 at 2:14 PM
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      I am very happy that you took interest and favor in this poem. The heart broadcasts 24/7. Sometimes I too wish to shut it down and reboot. Thank you so much for your kind words Tamara, much appreciated

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