. Poetry from The Great In-Between: If The Alphabet had a voice?

Thursday, August 12, 2021

If The Alphabet had a voice?











My name is William, will you listen?


If you were worth nothing like shades of me or affluent beyond all worldly compare

I would still try to subsist beside you and just try to love you

If you were intimidated depressed frightened

Or just weighed down with life and all its intense cold heartbreaking  baggage

I would gladly rush in to help you carry all your heavy burdens by writing

If you were uncontrollably mad or just completely incessantly emotionally and incredibly sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying all-consuming passion

To just embrace you in a considerable hug of complete gratification

To find a new playing field

Where we can embrace like two crazy syllabi in debauched compassion

If you ever needed some love and light in the middle of a lifetime

Anytime between early morning to way past midnight

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose

To hold you tightly

Simply to remind you as we run this life-changing course together

All your feelings of guilt happiness or pain are also mine too

As we swim in these dark waters as life chases us down

Filled with no remorse

If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to truly comfort you

For one can never be better than two

For ours is but a silent union dear reader

An unspoken pledge

A binding treaty between your lustful hungry emotional eyes

And my hypnotic mesmerising words

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space

Serenading our opened third eye

As we

With your invitation of course

Ride over crisp paper landscapes like lunatics

Dressed up in blue-black red or green

Or simply appearing born into a new unknown life

As your fingertips conduct a symphonic symphony

On your choice of screens

Where we can visit newer realms

Perhaps overflowing in deep rivulets of murky depravities

Happiness 
Sadness or even personal realities linked to sin

Well, oh inquisitive one
Shall we begin?


Copyright John Duffy

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