Homo

[Camy]

Homo by Camy (2019)

 

You are getting faint now, my love,
you who once shone so brightly -
the weft of early dreams,
wrapped around the questioning
warp of my low esteem.

I fucked my hand thinking of you
sleeping across the dormitory -
the snores, the grunts of others,
the soundtrack of my quest.
Was I evil... or was I blessed?

Swift fumbling moments treasured,
stored safely, deep within my mind -
our youth, what fun! Lived to the full,
a halcyon time, long put to rest.
Homo homini lupus est.

 

[Cole Parker]

Lovely!  Brings back almost memories that weren't mine.

C

[Bruin Fisher]

Lovely wistful poem. Man is wolf to man. Sometimes a man acts like a wolf to another man. So much could be made of that short statement! Could it not be the basis of a story, Camy?!?

[Pedro]

Wistful memories or maybe wistful memories or wishful thinking. Either way nicely put but I find the final tag leaves me with a feeling of ambiguity of motive in the narrator.

[Camy]

Thanks chaps! You guys and your comments always make me happy! 

On 1/17/2019 at 9:54 AM, Pedro said:

...I find the final tag leaves me with a feeling of ambiguity of motive in the narrator.

The narrator especially thanks the chocolate Lab.

I guess you could see it like that. But the poem isn't contemporaneous: it's a once naive narrator's hindsight.

And, in hindsight (and with an added 'by') I could truncate it to this:

You are getting faint now, my love,
you who once shone so brightly -
a halcyon time long put to rest by
Homo homini lupus est.

 

 

 

[Merkin]

Lovely poem.  (Adding 'by' clears it up for me, Camy. Thanks)

[Camy]

Thankee James. I'm glad the 'by' helped.

[bi_janus]

I love ambiguity. This is very nice, indeed, Camy.