A multiplex of flat images with muted color
have presented themselves for review
and I cannot feel them or touch them
only watch and walk through them
an unintentional intruder.
I am inside a mucus membrane experience
airborne particle lusts with green olive decor
an occasional sentence or whisper
breaks into the stolid air withholding something
this and that this and that.
Then walking through biting wind criticism
clutching my little bag of distaste
there is a large pensive dog regarding me
and a little blue word drips out of my mouth
as if it had to make its presence known
to the dog, who is not impressed.
Whittle me down this draining merry way
the vessel is floating, a hopeful buoy
please, if you will, give me your crying
so that I may see the beauty of your rose soul.
Sing to me your weeping melody
no such depth weighs down
this leaking dingy of battered joy
and I need to feel your song.
Follow the sighs, my love, follow the sighs.
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There’s a lot to consider in this write, I like that, and some of the grand lines in the poem too.
thanks for the read, as always!
I hope this doesnt come out in a way I dont mean for it too,
But what I love about this poem is I have no Idea what you’re trying to say but I feel all of it. Maybe that was exactly the goal, idk.
Loved it
That is the goal. It actually does have meaning, but I ain’t telling what it is…that would be cheating, and I may as well write an essay instead! Poetry, (at least mine) should be interpreted with the heart, perhaps. Thanks for the read and the insightful comment!
Hmm a lot of emotions between these wickedly mysterious lines!! Love it!
oh yes definitely and thank you for the read!