A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
Who is that third who always walks beside,
After the second speaks inside your mind?
You, split into parts, cannot decide.
The chatter in your brain’s on override,
Your thoughts repeat themselves, pause and rewind.
Who is that third who always walks beside?
Observing you observing you as guide
Brings voices on like an unholy wind.
You split into parts; cannot decide.
You chant a Buddhist chant to still the ride,
Still you proliferate, needled and spined.
Who is that third who always walks beside?
One voice becomes ten voices multiplied.
You sue for peace but all are nonaligned.
You. Split into parts. Cannot decide.
Your second comes to mourn by your bedside.
Your fourth, scattering selves, follows behind.
Who is that third who always walks beside?
You, split into parts, cannot decide.
C. E. Chaffin, M.D., FAAFP, published The Melic Review for eight years. His new volume, Unexpected Light was released by Diminuendo Press in 2009. He also teaches an online poetry tutorial. Inquiries can be made at http://www.cechaffin.com.