Gestalten

A mist of old memories hangs on this morn.

Twitching at intervals of recourse.

While Stunned, static, silhouettes

Coalesce into forms.

I know now of you, what you mean.

Come now, delight here.

For animated gloom

Lurks here like an open dream.

And they, in dance about me, I count off:

Viper, tennis, capitol, blue.

Harbinger, aspen tree, candle, food.

After time, all appear, but they dance off.

Not one sip of your soul have I drunk

I hear nothing--Dead silence

in the midst of this junk

Though reason tell me: Rhapsody

I feel wrought in doubting thought.

Where does the sea eventually take me?

For I fear I've gotten lost.

The fellow

   Hallo, This here is a fellow who loves poetry. He writes it, and he reads it. The soul importance and intention for this blog will be to showcase and discuss poetry. Nothing else. He even goes so far as to post a piece of poetry before even a welcome post.

Good day,
Fellow

Cold words

Them together

I see the look on her face

It feels cold

like the smile appears for lack of a better reaction

To a cold happiness

It draws me in for a moment

It pulls me away

Disgusting

Too weak to look away

She looks. So. Hungry.

The words that drop out of their mouths

They don't even have their decency

They pull their drawers up

They yawn, take a sec, and carry out their business

They arrive too late with their package

Fresh roses wasted

I don't want to fix this

I know it doesn't work that way

I just never want to see it again

I never want to feel that cold

that pain.