Wake Wave

[peter danielsen]

Wake wave

Once again
a deep absorbing sorrow pour down
the paddle of your heart
as you with increasing fieriness
try to flee
the wake wave of love

Way down the river you left
the seriousness of your disastrous longing
soaked with tears on the bank
by the slope to her beautiful face
always flickering before your eyes
as you in horror kneel by your bed
with white hands and a heavy cloak of
tuberculosis loneliness
frozen to your breast

And the pain is banal as a doctor’s novel
flowing from the heart
and into the fingers
like a howling subway on a cold day
with you waiting for the miracle
as always
standing on the platform
in the metropolis of your head

And therefore you do not pretend
that this artificial art
or anything other than
private self-appointed clowns-blues
You wriggle your ears and
drink wine from the decanter of ladies laughter
but the ecstasy gets briefer and briefer
and finally your heartstrings are like enamel
glistening against you with contempt like
piss in snow

Then you die a little more
on the lake under the mountain of the sky
as your boat inconsolably is sinking
and blue algae with ironic necessity
slowly choke the last part of
the song of a small child
reaching for hands
in the memory
forgotten at a hospital in the seventies
tied to a grating of words.

[Geoffrey]

peter danielsen wrote:
>Once again a deep absorbing sorrow pour down . . .


i wonder what would happen if you read this poem out at a party

[lazariuk]

Peter just the title alone would also be a good poem
When I think of waves it brings to mind that a wave always has to return to complete a circle and to me the double meaning of wake accomplishes that well and you so skillfully guide it.
You are very good with this stuff