expectancies. Misalliances between complacency
and misery and doubt. Surely something soon
will ream them out – release you
from their demons and upend their scheme.
Then you can resume the dream.
keeps absconding with itself – you had it
neatly wrapped into a sweet ebullience – and then it
came back morphing all its characters into a random
range of unknown creatures, whose new traits
and fates and features,
while not terribly
unpalatably strange, were now
pursue a different theater from the one you loved and
knew – a cast unutterably foreign to the last –
a lot for you to swallow, because you’re forced
to turn your page and follow them
onto heir stage:
you have no voice to alter their
choice but to submit to this unalterable insurrection:
construe a brand new tale, and find another sweet
ebullience in it – find the makings of another
story to regale, and spin it.
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.