Poem Body
I'll wonder awhile
watching your reflective eyes
catching sweetly in our
fractured mirror views
do you see me?
my vain soul believes it
but my logic is a mere
drop in your hat trick words
inspired...always
like those forever words
decided for us that
those burned rooms
and haunted halls
would whisper promises
we could never keep
and still I wonder
don’t we
on some infernal plane
keep those promises
and come back in quiet
hooded masks
to disguise not from
one another
but from those
that would steal our
pelts for warmth
and our lush capes
for their own status quo
Comments
e n l i g h t e n
qou
like halos
glimmer at the door
like shoreline journey
at the shore
not from each other
never
jinxed my soul...
"burned rooms and haunted halls would whisper promises we could never keep"
did we want too................
portions rations when we are so hungry
ran back so far in there
and yet Im still right here
Damn...yes..
yes I see you! I love how polished these works are
Im very impressed thought I had forgotten..
again..NEVER
once bitten
Twice Smitten
the fractured mirror views...
then the sudden question, it has such an impact, becomes so meaningful.
I love this poem for its clarity and for the mist that encircles it at the same time, the contrast, a chance for interpretation and at the same time like a statement. Iam looking forward to reading more in the next days.
your
Proprietress
Habitual Creature
moody moons drive me here
from subdural drone dreams.
want of
read a poem
like being in the ruin
again
the sun slaking the darkness
with its taste
honeysunshine
reality laid haste
Christmas snows
gentle murmur through
the lamps black standard
vigil
another year come away
..
This is a poem so full of truth it may explode
I can't think of a damned thing that could be done to improve this poem. It's grasp of human relation and nature drips redly to the white tile floor. Exemplary work.
Ron
BlueDemon77
hurt and ache
cant deny it..
Im wounded again
and come here
your words rolling
through my spirit today
Thank You for this poem....
Val
A lovely write so full of food that feeds the soul, of thoughts that are shared:- on some infernal plane-- did you mean Plain ??? as in open spaces of land??
Loved the piece to pieces, Yours Ian.T
hat trix
still enjoy this read......
thank youy\!