I search but can find naught to say
Mist curls and twirls and swirls
Trying to respond, but all I say is "oh."
Words are trampled by solemnity
As shapes weave and dance
And he tells from my dismissive stance
That I can feel only apathy
For him, watching as the fog holds me entranced
Pierced my heart with a white ghostly lance
Shades of a past Hades
And gone, devoured by the mist.
This isn't the best of my poems or anything, I just sort of liked it. I actually wrote this a while ago, and just rediscovered this. Tell me what you think, please. It's hard to judge your own work.
ReplyDeleteWow, I like it, but I need to re-read it after a strong cup of coffee, because it's not a poem for lightweights. I especially like the image of "pierced my heart with a white ghostly lance". You could right song lyrics for Elvis Costello (a high compliment in my mind).
ReplyDeleteUh...thanks?
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