Aleko

I feel this poem describes an Aries Guy. I don't care if you feel differently, I am going to share 😛

Aleko

I called him my little cuckoo,
always on the edge, pushing,
passing through, no nesting instinct,
afraid to get used to anything.
Everywhere, to him, was open road -
even the track of my fingertip
on his skin - everywhere a pillow.
Mornings he'd give the day up to his god
of the moment, hoping that way to stop
the ordinary shocks of life
disturbing his pulse. Sometimes fame,
the magic of success, that far-off star
would lure him. The sort of luxury
and expensive fun he never expected
fell into his lap from time to time.
He was alone, with the thunder rumbling above him,
more than once, but he slept on under storms,
rows upstairs, loud flight paths, slept on under
blue quiet ceilings. He knew the fates
were depicted blind, designing,
but he took no more notice than a fingerclick,
though God knows, passion
had made a trampoline of his soul
had raged through his torso
like an invading army.
He thought he could control even that.
He'll wake up though. Wait.

🙂

Posted by starlover
I have written a fair bit of poetry myself and hope to get a book together at some point 🙂

So nice to read others' work too

Maybe one day I will post my poetry..I'm better with literature though.

This poem is from a book by Jo Shapcott "Of mutability".. a friend bought it for me. Her style is different..but I like it. And when I read that, I immediately thought of Aries.

It depends, it's more along the lines of satire but it gets pretty deep and intense.

Anything and everything that strikes me on a random hour/minute. I just type it down..all my ponderings, fleeting thoughts and emotions.

Back when I was in school, my literature teacher wanted to get me published..I remember writing a small novel about a funeral and how hypocritical people are on a funeral. It was my death and I imagined all the people I knew and how they would react. It was very dark, morbid and sarcastic.

What did they get out of it? That I was trying to make people kill themselves so I wasn't published. Idiots.

Everything I write is always connected to a person or an event..I still need to read my lovey dovey poems back when I was dating the Cap. It's been..7 years but it feels like a lifetime passed between then and now.