Just the thought of those
Endless legs and I panic,
Chasing satanic shadows
Into corners, dusty and dark
You rise from the woodwork
Feel your way through the dark
Hide behind my mirror
As I want you
I despise you
Coming nearer
Many others I’ve slain, and you
Soon comes your time.
I wish the devil inside
Knew the pain you drag me through
I wish you knew terror
That at any time
I could move that mirror
Then, you life would be mine
And I wish you would run
Because I don’t want it.
Wow. Powerful stuff here, Brains. What an irreconcilable conflict you set up.
won an award for that one in college.
I understand why you did. I have to read more of this. Good stuff.
very good poem, Rich…
thanks miss. wrote that sitting in my basement, hiding from a giant bug on the wall, and as i wrote it i realized the parallel to someone stalking a woman.
for me, a good poem is about two things at once. that’s how i like to write. not everybody of course. like the one “precious” about the earth and a woman. but the earth i’m looking at in the way of that lovely idea that “we haven’t inherited the earth. we’ve borrowed it from our children.” like we have to give it back. at it was also about a woman who is married, who i can only borrow, and i can’t have her.
the fact that a woman is married or not is irrelevant… you can only “have” her if she gives you her heart… that is a completely different thing… and usually hearts do not get burrowed, they can be given for a while or forever …or can get broken… for a while or forever…
it was for a while.
well, then don’t be sad that it was for a while, be happy that it WAS, because somewhere in time and deep in your heart it still IS…Think that there are so many people that have not ever been loved, not even for one day… Besides, when a door closes a window opens… new feelings will come… trust an old wise woman…
oh i dont doubt any of it. and in the book that’s running, room 317, there are two chapters that explain the whole relationship, the recent chapters 12 and 13. they’re about 95% true to what happened with me and that same woman.
I like the rhythm of your poems.When I think I’m not sure of the meaning, the feeling is there, loud and clear – really great.
No writer can ask to hear more than that. Thanks a bunch.
…and i kept surfing searching for the pearls and pearls i did get
what a beauty
that was one of my first.
**You rise from the woodwork
Feel your way through the dark**
I may be in love. (With your words, that is )
it’s a start.
I LOVE this!
Won a college poetry award.
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