Limerence

[rowens]

Limerence


O Matilda ! the waste
of unrequited love
is the dance of the Deaf
hearing for the first time
and can't stop—for 30 years:

This embarrassment is a hug
of the sun that reminds me of you
in Iceland. A place I've never gone.

Silly girl, I'm an ignorant man, 
what I don't know harms me
more than any crime you or I could commit:
More deadly than death, my hand
writes in the shadow of itself.

When you see me, I wake up,
and know beyond knowing that time
is a limerick and space is the rape
of my bones that age and age and age,
rhyming without—that's my poetry—.
I'm alone. 












I like my poems to have a subdued musicality that faintly contrasts with blunt and simple statements.

[Mark A Becker]

Hello rowens-
I' can't help wonder why you use deaf with an uppercase 'd'.

time is a limerick is a pretty cool thought

[rowens]

I want to hint at Deaf being a tribe or personification. I thought a quiet evocation of the Dance of Death and an uppercase letter could do that.
I tend to use uppercase letters to, I'm not sure if personify is the appropriate term, personify abstractions or, rather, processes and concepts.

It's an exercise (or exorcism) of mine to promote the sense that opponents and institutions and even experiences are what to look at, when dealing with challenging topics and situations, not people themselves. I'm writing in a minor or mock prophetic way (take the word mock any way you will), abstracting aspects of human behavior from people themselves. Or at least from humans. I think we can exorcise some of the people in us too, occasionally.