This is the benchmark. All other heights will be measured from it.
You have known the reference point all along.
You will accept nothing less.
Category - Relationships
Janet picks up her fortune cookie,
Then puts it down, turns to her friend:
“Don’t bank too much on youth. Your rookie
Season is drawing to an end.
John, things we would – when young – not think of,
Start to make sense when, on the brink of
Thirtydom, we pause to scan
What salves and salads cannot ban,
The earliest furrows on our faces,
The loneliness within our souls,
Our febrile clawing for mean goals,
Our programmed cockfights and rat races,
Our dreary dignity, false pride,
And hearts stored in formaldehyde— Vikram Seth, The Golden Gate
No worries – no anxiety. Just reading a very good book and felt those were awesome lines.
So I mentioned that day that one of my poems has been published in the latest issue of Ceriph.
Here it is:
- Lucky Strikes
By Laremy Lee
For all the boys from 10A04.
Fumbles one out from the box, strikes
it at a dulled edge: conversation
does not ensue. He tries again – twice,
thrice, before its head snaps off, departing
into the distance of a long, lonely night.
Leaves him standing there, limp
cigarette dangling loosely from his lips,
moisture slowly soaking filter tip.
Lighting up shouldn’t be a dismal match
grovelling wildly at the feet of blunted flints,
looking to catch the song of a spark
in a vain draw on an inflamed hope –
that determination will grow into fire.
Go get your copy of Ceriph if you haven’t already done so.