A poem concerning feelings of separation in the context of a wedding party I attended. |
I'd like to be one Of the idealized Wedding party-goers. With ideal faces made up In beauty parlor ways Concurrent with the Popular styles of the present days. They dance and have feelings Of joy and of wonderment At the current ideal situation They find themselves in. They are covered in ghost-like Smoke that regurgitates From a machine, painted with Electric LED ambulance-siren Lights which flash for a fictional disaster I feel an aching sense to join them Like a child who wanders into a loving embrace In a dark and foreign place. Where shadows cast grim reflections On once reassuring faces. Which shift into monstrous Masks of "foreigness" In the loneliness of a crowded hall. The dancers whirl in unison Like cheerful Roombas around the wooden Chess-board floor. They are all Rooks waiting to checkmate My King of self-consciousness. I long to be like the pensive pawn Who moves when urged and only ever looks forward. I tap my foot and try to synchronize With the playing band all dressed in Black tombstone ties, Black gravel shoes, White dove shirts, Black raven vests. Now outside the rectangular hall, I feel the chill of the night. The wind pummels its desperation onto me And candy wrappers are thrown Aggressively by its might. Strolling to the edge of the concrete sidewalk I spy sanguine spattered sky And my worries seep away. I rejoin my place in the dancers Sacred ritual, their marital Taj Mahal. Isolation becomes another forgotten nightmare As my loneliness dissipates within the crowded hall. (49 Lines) |