I: Halfsleeper
I fell in love, once.
A snowstorm melting from my hair - dripping cataract:
diluted coffee. A dark room filled with language
so beautiful, I almost understood what was said.
Children are getting younger, and this land has no end,
where do you rest your head?
All things are in a constant state of vibration,
a harmony in the space between
our fingers. our hands.
I only ever stop to listen at night:
two a.m. train rides, staring at fields as they pass my window,
touching the glass to make sure it's real – half hoping to fall through
before being tapped on the shoulder and woken up.
All the while, Summer is slipping away.
no, is gone.
II: I Hope You'll Pick Me Out
"You know, cataracts are beautiful"
you said,
"Pain is beauty."
Blurry eyed, I said I didn’t. and I don’t.
III: These Fires Make the World Burn Brighter
I enjoy chasing sunspots to the edges of my perception,
they pretend to chase me back, but
I know they're just trying to make me feel better
while I search for you.
All I remember now is how much my fingertips stung.
I always wondered if this was Heaven,
or just Atlantic City -
but there was something so poetic about not knowing,
so I choose to not know that most of my favorite stars in the sky
are now dead.
på toget i den forkerte sted.
I cried the first time I ever wrote anything.
I'm still not sure it ever really happened at all.
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" dripping cataract!" I loved it. And yes, pain is beauty as there is beauty within pain.
wow! you're an amazing writer!
"A snowstorm melting from my hair - dripping cataract:
diluted coffee. A dark room filled with language
so beautiful, I almost understood what was said."
I could really feel the emotion in this verse...it hit hard. I'm looking forward to reading more of your poetry!
This is a beautiful piece. I get the impression of blindness. The fingertips that stung is brilliant.
I think you are born a writer and you did very well. :)
"but there was something so poetic about not knowing,"
Very nice! The difference between knowing in yhe pedestrian sense and knowing that which can not be uttered. Peace. :)
Yep getting older can be a bitch..lol
Awww...
hugs
Quite a moving piece, you do have a great talent for writing.
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@carmalain7 I really like the layout you used for these poems. It goes well with the flow of the words and thoughts. Also, I really like the imagery you used. It allowed me to immerse myself especially in the first one