Progeny – A Poem

Some days all the libraries in the world

Wall to wall with wisdom

Are a screaming futility

Against the fact

The act

Of living


We do not breathe in pages

With their static smug knowing

Nailed butterfly death


Ink and yesterday

Is no analgesic


Some days to smile is to crawl over corpses


Look away


Suffers if you feed it


With an outward gaze

Some days are waltzes

In the whirled wonder of a wide smile

From a gene-being hardly believed


Torn dough

Shaped of my heart

Shaped of his own

My corrupted flesh

Made afresh


Perhaps the only way to true beauty

Is progeny


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  1. There are some incredibly powerful lines in this poem: ‘Some days to smile is to climb over corpses’…I know exactly what you mean RoS, or at least, I think I do. I love the ‘torn dough’ metaphor too and can sense a whole other poem here, where this becomes a central conceit…
    Things I wasn’t sure about include the line ‘it hurts if you feed it’: what does? At this point, it’s unclear what you’re talking about: ‘the past’ perhaps? If so, you need to make this clear because the next stanza of ‘waltzes’ and ‘whirled wonder’ suffers as a result, which is a real shame as the imagery is strong and the alliteration reads beautifully. I need to know what it is that sometimes waltzes, or I can’t process the metaphor.

    It’s worth working on this poem, as there are some absolute gems in it…hope you don’t mind me moving beyond a like into a bit of crit 🙂

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