Something Someone Said Sometime
A mobile storm
Crumble around hot, tearing sheets of rice paper,
Contrasting with the hardness at the end.
On a tunnel of silk-filled, quivering ghosts,
With winds you said you liked the most,
And dust you wiped from the screen.
Still, I find you standing with that poem that I have written
With my numb, blue hands,
That would not move.
Here, you find I’ve gotten with those rains
I’ve thought of stopping but my will ran low
And I saw you frown.
Now, here, as I halt
With the winds gone, to my fault,
The trees curve to a tunnel,
With a black wall at the end
If I was able, I could give you a
Six foot barrier,
With twigs and dirt for you to call my own,
So things would rapture and forever be able,
And finally feel
A fine, thundering breeze.
-pjn
Because now you have a story to tell
And you really don’t care
You had me sit and listen on
About how you didn’t care
If you were gone
February 27th, 2008 at 11:09 am
Wow! Your descriptions are very clear and that is what made me want to read it. Like the title too..Nice Job!!
February 28th, 2008 at 8:32 am
Did you write this? It is great. I love these lines:
Because now you have a story to tell
And you really don’t care
You had me sit and listen on
About how you didn’t care
If you were gone
This has a nice rhythm to it too:
With winds you said you liked the most,