#1842 - rock bottom

 

1842

6.15

15.i.25

rock bottom

written while falling  

for Tchaikovsky’s ‘Serenade Melancolique’ in B flat minor

 

think of him on his deathbed

worrying about what some critic said

so long, so long ago

 

 

sad to be oneself sometimes

even top of the tree

 

for each an underworld

strung to tug

 

net sticks

tender too

 

still eyes hope up

 

a quip, a quibble

feeling fellow

 

lift even when

just where we go again

pitch a fever then

 

a certain phrase says

meadow bright

 

then shade across the stream

then night

 

eyes wide

is all we are

 

poor heart

so much gave out