Nyctalopia
October 01, 2017
I keep
close
company
with darkness
it scarves
my mind
with supple
kidskin
and
tight
coils
of
logic
like
tarnished
silver
maille
Here
I see
nothing
but the black
words
leaking
onto
liquid
crystal
intentions
I hear
only the clank
and scratch
of fork and knife
against
vitrified
bone
the low
hum
of words
background noise
to the clattering cafe percussion
The street below
is a blur
of treacly shadows
and
rare amber glow
a woman's laughter
crawls through my window
an intruder
in my room
I resent it
with all its hiccup
and cackle
it reeks
of entitlement
and last night's
tequila
I am
blinded
Still
I listen
I nightsdrop
on life
6 comments
I really like this and can relate to so much of it. My favorite imagery is "a woman's laughter
ReplyDeletecrawls through my window
an intruder
in my room
I resent it
with all its hiccup
and cackle
it reeks
of entitlement
and last night's
tequila"
So vividly descriptive!
The imagery in this poem piles up by connecting outside stimulus with inner thought. What a lovely and almost dark journey. Writers/poets do observe closely, sometimes at a distance, sometimes drawn into other stories. Thank you for being a part of OctPoWriMo this year and sharing your poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you - I am very grateful for being part of this and look forward to where it will take all of us.
DeleteI love the word "nightsdrop" :) Happy to meet you
ReplyDeleteThank you! Happy to be sharing this journey!
DeleteWonderful poem... very evocative of a moment captured in time. I especially liked this:
ReplyDeleteThe street below
is a blur
of treacly shadows
and
rare amber glow
Just lovely! And thank you for stopping by my blog, I look forward to enjoying your poetry this month. ~bru