»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #33
»
Soft Light
| Open Poetry #33 |
|
Soft Light |
|
|
soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Soft Light The soft light of your apartment building painting shadows on the wall huddled for warmth drinking your suicide letters and past phone numbers stealing love from my eyes depositing dreams and things I've never needed till now into a little leather book in a desperate scrawl because the city lights frighten me to death to die another hour while thinking of you my hand in the pale leaves hearing John Coltrane on a spider black breeze my head in the thick of things of things I often speak of to ex-girlfriends and old pictures in my high school yearbook they called me the tortured artist but they didn't call me and I didn't see me for another five years oh no oh no oh slow the mechanisms of war and throw out the confetti climbing the concrete stairs into your pounding heart I'm a warm baby curled up inside you only shivering whenever you cry your red weeping willow hair wrapped around the clouds you're flying through the sky I'll drive all night to get back to you dusting off a place for you to land on a terpentine dawn between the bullet and the gun with candybar wrappers lapping up on the shore walking on the infected needle to kiss your face "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
||
| © Copyright 2004 Zach Hilgefort - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Gosh .... tough and soft in the same time. An impressive outpour of a beautiful "tormented artist".... Love, Margherita |
||
|
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was like a soft candy visit extremely profound with a love which never dies...all I can say is you should give this to her, or speak the very same to her, word for word Absolutely mezmorizing |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
