I woke up to midnight
In a sullen frame
(what am I doing?)
(what am I thinking?)
Fraying in a room of dust
Writing letters for my wounds
I am taxidermy
With eyes of a bat
And a heart
That can fly and dance
Through nocturnal flames
I had a dream
Of a floating butterfly
Of a stranger
Of changing
That tragic kind of magic
The vanishing glass
And the smell of orange
Everyone I know is long gone
And the colours
They've washed astray
With my tears
With the sea salt
With the memories of parties
Into the shadows of loneliness
The music of paper
The soft traffic outside
Screwing the lid off the bottle
The sunflowers I'm painting
Stare back at me
Reminding me of grey skies in August
New years, new beginnings.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2022 16:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 64
- Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54, L. B. Mek
Comments5
Nice writing )) lovely use of nature in your writing . We all hope for a better year when things have been difficult . Happy new year
Thank you. Happy New Year and all the best!
I like your imaginative poetry...and this one is composed so well..Happy new yearš„°
Thank you for the sweet comment. Happy New Year and all the best!
Awesome
I love following the subtle--and sometimes not-so-subtle--evolutions of your approach. You use the same strong skills in different ways over time. This is both a welcome throw-back to those long, dense structures where images just come pouring down in overwhelming, mesmerizing torrents, and your simpler, more literal and direct poems. This piece is full of personal confession and universal, Blake-like symbolism. It is more controlled, almost fragile, compared to those big roaring blocks of text. Delightful.
Lovely comment, Jarcher. Thank you, X
Brilliant!
forgive my tardiness, am so glad
I found these emphatically poignant words
'That tragic kind of magic'
I bow to your superior talent dear Poet
Thank you for the lovely comment, and nice to hear from you. I haven't been on here much recently because I'm working on finishing my first collection. Better late than never they say, eh? No need to bow to my talent, you're a very gifted writer yourself. Much love, take care.
oh great news!!!
let us know when it gets released
so we can support you
I wish you continued success, dear Poet
all the best
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