- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Somewhere Bound
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Click hereStepping not dancing
restless I’m never sure of the turns
only that the road stretches on
and I’m blown somewhere else
like dandelion wishes thoughtfully
aimless because it’s easier to drift
cloudlike than to know direction
is a sure thing after all my years
unlearning turns out to be another
dusty mythology a Bullfinch life
of pages or imagination not
what really happens
Narcissus falls in a lake
sinks or swims
Pygmalion becomes real
stepping down from the book
off the paper pedestal made flesh
maybe has an affair that falls down
or gets a job in Phoenix rises again
to some unexplored level of being
I’m just somewhere bound
it’s not a yellow brick road
but somewhere
possibly forward bound
to the warm promise
of searching eyes fingers.
- COMMENTS
WickedEveabout 20 years agoI recently commented on this in a thread. I like the little illustration you had with it, but it doesn't really need anything. Your poetry can stand naked and unadorned, and still be radiant.
YDDabout 20 years agoAngeline entrances
whether she steps timidly with hesitation
or bounds forward with leaps and dances,
her work is always pleasing.
In this piece I wonder about a few line breaks,
a box of punctuation marks might be useful to have handy,
but this poem is full of great phrases like:
"a Bullfinch life
of pages or imagination"
and allusions to the mythic nature of life and the journey en passant.
In finality the glance of reality is contained in the touch of a hand.
Well done!
