Going Across

Going Across …

What are you going to do with this loss?

What are you going to do when it’s your time to go across?

Because that line is thin

and so we’re always trying to fill it.

To the brim with a desperate shadow,

creeping over the edge to spill it.

You point a finger

at the mirror of someone other.

Uninvited and spited

like you were Solomon’s brother.

You’re mortal

but your coil is short.

You hold on for dear life

like the life of a deer who is killed for sport.

Everyone plays the part

that they think is royal.

Turns out all it is

is a life in their own soil.

You dig deep

like a mole in hiding.

But you get nowhere,

armor-plated with aluminum siding.

Your little bubble

is about to burst.

Drinking from the well

but dying of thirst.

Nathan Bernardo
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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry. I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas. As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too. Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

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