- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Past and Present
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PAST
In cotton candy skies
we walked with stars
among the fallen dreams.
You promised me
the cobalt whispers
we heard in whiskey nights
would satisfy our hearts.
Before the dawn
I turned away to find
that you were gone.
You disappeared behind
the corduroy moon.
I had to find my way
back home alone.
PRESENT
Shallow oceans sweep the
clouded sky into crimson.
Tangerine dreams dive
like shattered peony fireworks
below the horizon.
You possess my mind,
have conquered it as
a terrorist of dreams and desires,
leaving me with nothing
except burgundy thoughts
of our half-drowned lifetime.
Paisley moonshadows catch the
wrinkled river, swollen with tears.
Mesmerized by silver light
radiating from your eyes,
I try to fly upstream,
pretending to have a destination
but sinking beneath the star eclipse.
- COMMENTS
BlueskyBeautyover 19 years agolol i asked you what midnights sun was..
good gawd you sure have a way with words
tarablackwood22over 19 years ago...see where Tristesse is coming from in her comments below, but you, my dear, are clearly a poet with some glorious talents. Your writing flows and strong images seem to come out of nowhere. Just keep writing -- some work better than others, but you have a mindful and mouthful of things to say, and wonderful ways to say them!!
perksover 19 years agoMy comments on your poem are on the new poems thread in the poetry forum. I did not use the thermometer for rating.
Anonymousover 19 years ago....as if you pulled out all the stops and used every metaphore you could think of in one poem. It's a bit of overkill - which is a shame because you have some lovely images and ideas. Maybe a re-write to tone it down a little? I read Lost and Found and it has none of the over-the-top of this work. You are a fine poet IMO.
:Note: I am not using the thermometer any more - it means nothing.
