The Spent Mind’s Lament

Alex Jones

Longmeadow, MA

Longmeadow High School

Poetry

It is at these times,

When the gavel of fatigue doth rap upon its weary patron’s cavern

And the cerebral current comes perplexed with its own spiteful turbidity

And the abyss of delightful abstraction lies but a dormant and defeated tarn

That the mind knows no satisfaction, save in what was hitherto felt

And shall be felt anon.

When present delivers naught but threadbare contemplations,

And the splendid cranial edifice that was yesterday’s toil

Broods in shambles beside the Pompeiian ruins,

And its crumbling sides, winking in spite,

Goad the vexèd architect.

It is at these moments, that consciousness doth make his fateful inquest

As to whether he strides to animate,

Or suffers himself to rest.

ELOGIOS EDITORIALES

It’s almost ironic that a poem about creative rot prods the reader to think so much. Like the mind itself, this piece has many layers—every read, it seems to go deeper.

SOBRE EL AUTOR

Alex Jones attended Longmeadow High School in Longmeadow, MA, but at the time of writing this he is a first-year at Dartmouth College in Hanover, NH. He was an Executive Editor for Polyphony when he tragically aged out of the magazine this summer. He misses the late-night edits. Sort of.

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