“Poem To The World” by Bill Duke

Bill Duke

Bill Duke

When lovers
on the brink
of
finding out
Recline on
fat illusions
of
their words
And utter platitudes
-instead of shouts
Forget
tender silences
they’ve shared
And all confession’s
awkwardness they’ve dared
Like
children peeking softly from their doubts,
There comes a time
of
darkness and despair
When moments seem
like hours under weights
Regret and fear
like
garbage fills the air
And lips of fondest memories
turn to hate.

When lovers
on the brink
of
coming near
forget
the
body’s swelled
and
aching cries
And
substitute excuses for their tears,
Something soft
and silent in them dies.
And
that, perhaps, is why there are old men
On benches
all alone
in city parks
And
bony-fingered spinsters with hard sad eyes
Knitting things for babies in the dark
And
maybe why we’re lonely
in
the spring

When
all the earth her fat thighs open wide
To show us all her pretty under-things
And
laughingly invites us to her side
To
kiss away the differences we’ve known
With the
tenderness
and
wisdom of her groans
Yet

We
lie beside each other
in despair
While
our bodies
make love
–in
the air.

Bill Duke

All Rights Reserved

© 2009

9 comments

  1. lkthayer · October 17, 2009

    Pure, gorgeousness, so deep and cutting and gentle…thank you my friend 🙂

  2. Adesh Kaur · October 17, 2009

    OMG!!! This poem just about killed me. You are a an amazing writer. “When all the earth her fat thighs open wide… ” Well, I could quote every line. All, all, all of it. Thank you.

  3. msbutterton · October 17, 2009

    Wow – beautiful words – xo

  4. littlemarysunshine · October 18, 2009

    LK…

    very powerful poem.thanks for sharing.

    xo

    • Mary Pisano · October 18, 2009

      sorry made a mistake…thats my nickname..

      But still you are a wonderful writer,and they are so powerful & meaningful.

      xom

  5. Mary Pisano · October 18, 2009

    you ‘re poems are wonderful,meaningful & powerful…

    xoM

  6. Leslie Thayer Mann · October 19, 2009

    Fantastic piece of writing… I really love it!!

    My best to you,
    Leslie Thayer Mann

  7. joyce renee lewis · November 28, 2009

    sometimes a deep, soulful “DAMN!” is the only response one can muster in the face of this kind of honesty. you laid the smack down, bill. . .and i’m a witness to this one.

  8. Stephen John Kalinich · December 24, 2009

    I love this poem
    it has Shakespearean overtones
    the language is flawless
    it is moving and compelling and reads and flow so easily
    It is a master piece and very touching.
    “Something soft
    and silent in them dies.
    And
    that, perhaps, is why there are old men
    On benches
    all alone
    in city parks”
    This section knocks me out.It is an amazing poem
    that really resonates.

    Love
    Stevie K

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