Monday, January 31, 2011

you now know my tenor. in a sense




you now know my tenor. in a sense
i do too, that which is yours, as ours.
Daymare & Hydra. a day's fair
allotment.

in relish & discord, i've seen you smile.

scorn only when pressed, somehow
felt both your mirth and strains
as though privately
mine.

you've come to understand me well,
as you might fancy, i too claim this
of you. even in love i know you
pity me.



6 comments:

Old 333 said...

Very lyrical! Thanks, NoxAlio.

Peter

Wine and Words said...

Sometimes I swear you just fell out of the pages of a Jane Austin novel.

Daymare and Hydra....bands? A joint release which you found discordant? I'll have to give it a listen.

If one could truly rebuff pity, I would.

Elisabeth said...

That last line comes as a jolt, Nox. It makes everything that came before reverberate. Thanks.

Noxalio said...

Peter, music seems to be a dominant force this week ...

Noxalio said...

Annie ... Jane Austin? ... ha ha! ... i should say, i'm flattered (in some old fashioned way, no less)

Noxalio said...

Elisabeth, let me first apologize for for my blatant plagiarism (Shakespeare used those very two words in a surprising manner, as ending. i don't recall just now where, but it's been stuck in my mind for years and sprung up in here all of a sudden ... albeit in a slightly modified context and form).

also, i'm sorry for dragging you down a somewhat soupy path just for effect (although the core sentiment here is factual) ... but, mission accomplished, i suppose ...

would be poets, i tell you ... liars, all of them!!!