The ultimate ungraspable (III) - elegiac poem

Alright, lets wrap this up: third and final part.



The ultimate ungraspable (III)

Too much, too soon
their ends met
and I lack soil
for my dead.

Northern winds
stirr my bones
and bruise my skin
from now on there can only be
autumn leaves
in me.

The ultimate ungraspable (II) - elegiac poem

This is part 2 of 3. It is a set, but they are rather loosely connected, they don't make up one story in themselves, merely a whole under 'the ultimate ungraspable'. They were originally all part of one very long poem, at least that was the idea, but I split them up and gave each autonomy - despite the thematic link of 'autumn' - though they were written in immediate succession, if there was the complete separation implied by that at all. they are also on different events, not just the one.



The ultimate ungraspable (II)

Too much, too soon

their ends met

and I lack soil

for my dead.

winter's chill too much to bear
smearing car-crash crimson
all over my veins
my moods a haze
you struck me colour-blind
seeing only autumn
in every spring.

The ultimate ungraspable (I) - elegiac poem

So it's a bright sunny day, still chilly, but you can feel spring in the air all around and that does something to people, especially after such a dreary winter. So what do you do on such a fine long-awaited spring day?

Write elegiac poems.

Why?

Because I'm twisted, that's why. Oh, that and the fact that I'm running a fever and going practically hallucinatory on pain killers, which could at least have something to do with it.

The ultimate ungraspable (I)

Too much, too soon

their ends met

and I lack soil

for my dead.

Spring lulls drowsy memories
washed ashore by time's tempest

a summer when all things green

sprung up in mutiny

and froze

drawing blood from July's unmarred face

skin-deep crimson waves retreating

revealed nothing but

a wasteland of barren branches

humming elegiac lullabies

I lay you down to sleep

yours shall be

forever autumn

in me