Lingering Excess
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
Abruptly to miss.
This sudden interruption,
Of entitlements.
To dismiss the getting of them.
Whenever one wished,
For more to take advantage.
With a doing to believe,
Forever to receive.
Never to leave,
A lingering excess existing to please...
Every need possible.
Then it happens.
With a suddenness that comes to abrupt.
A way of life taken for granted.
That permitted to tolerate,
Division and self destruction.
Conducted and allowing,
Blinded unconsciousness.
And biases prioritize to interfere.
Done to smear common sense to disappear.
As obtain things to value,
Nolonger is near.
Abruptly to miss...
Pretensions kept to keep.
With nothing left to impress.
Or believe what lingered in excess,
Will immediately return to address...
What has gone.
'There is nothing left.
All my things collected for years have gone.
What am I going to do!?'
'Pray.'
'Pray?
That's easy for you to say.
What is it that you ever had,
That impressed anybody?'
'Faith to know and it to keep.
Whatever it 'was' I still have,
Remains much more valued...
Than the missing of things.
You reminisce to address,
With only yourself left...
Hoping to impress,
Others.
Others like yourself.
Who seem incapable to get the message.'
'Message?
What message?
'That lesson taught to teach,
Is personal.
And I am not qualified to open your eyes!
Or your mind you prefer,
Kept closed in a self imposed denial.
To learn...
Is a difficult thing for many to earn!
And...
That message to receive done to believe,
Can stay ignored...
Is no one else's pain but yours.'
'Blah, blah, blah.
I happen to have insurance coverage.
And you have what?
FAITH?'
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Written on October 08, 2022
Submitted by lpahtillah on October 08, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | Abxxxxcccxd xxxxbxaeefeAghhhi jif kkxx gxxxhjhxxl ll xxxxdmmxcxx xlxx |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,618 |
Words | 342 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 11, 17, 3, 4, 10, 2, 11, 4 |
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