waves of silver hum
through the corners of my mind
your voice a half-remembered echo
beneath the hum of streetlights
fingers trace the edge of sound
shadows bloom in violet and gray
time folds over itself
and I am weightless,
suspended in feedback
the sky leaks neon tears
and every heartbeat
is a distant guitar note
bending, fading,
into the fog of everything
I sink into your reverb
the world a soft blur
and somewhere,
the stars are singing
but only I can hear
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My reflections on the first time I had experienced shoegaze music.
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Comments1
The use of colors heightens the mood described in this poem. There seems to be a mental drift as well and it carries me to a different dimension. Nicely done.
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