This morning I was moved to tears for the sun-
In the way it swirls in the sky like a bright goose egg
It reminded me of you, in how
Loving you is like holding its yoke as it twizzles in the hand- how
You cannot be clenched; how you simply seep through my fingers the tighter I grasp
The day is now spent- the yellow smeared in my palms has dissolved into
1,000 intents of the poet that spiral listlessly as misplaced words
That strewn the bare white fields of a horizon that never comes-
Most nights I could almost convince myself that youâ€™re in love with me
Itâ€™s easy when the stars slip in through the cracks and fleck my chest
Iâ€™m too lit to resist-
DiCicco Cosentino Â©
| "1,000 intents of the poet that spiral listlessly as misplaced words |
Strewn (over) bare white fields of a horizon that never comes- "
of the two posts that I've read, this one that you feel "needs a lot of work" is closer to completion than you believe. even in its length it still "behaves" like minimalist poetry and gets to its wistful point more quickly and precisely than "You Don't Know Me."
But those are just my thoughts on your thoughts.
|| Posted on 2017-06-17 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] |