A Defeat

Welcome back to Poetry Monday, Hope you had a good woo weekend. Here is another poem for you to start your week.

a defeat

pulling into a new city,

cloud-muted dawn

thin as patience

after sleepless train night.

collapsed into a single blurred

blunt old pocket knife,

brain-fuzzed eye-skuzzed,

blind to perspective.

the albatross pack,

drizzle working into clothes,

map-defying tangle of streets,

voices masked in foreign tongues.

and it’s on me

like an old flame

once wisely extinguished

dropping by the apartment

on a solitary drunken night:

a sweet welling hopelessness

(a twinge of disgust)

but it comes on, comes on,

and I yield to it.

p. ferenczi

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3 Responses to A Defeat

  1. Moving from one end of the country or just to the nearest city: Moving away usually means starting a whole new life far away from home.
    But some people also feel alone. Strange and isolated.
    Greetings from the beautiful Rhine-Highlands / Germany
    πŸŒΊπŸ¦‹β€πŸŒΊ
    πŸ™‚ Rosie πŸ™‚

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