hark!

listen up.

i sit here on my own,
a book of poems in my lap.
i feel the breath
of the world
as it brushes against
my arm hairs.

the fluids in my ear
evaporate
and move on.

the wax from the
electric candles
never melts
and the power bill
climaxes.

a baby cries
somewhere.

there are second guesses
everywhere.

i am one of them.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Fluid and real, there lies an honesty raw and powerful as your simple and elegant words paint a picture of images that within the background of your painted dwelling dance and embrace one another. Sitting upon the floor of your world we are allowed entry and smell the burning of passion, words swirl through the air of a pondering thought and the alleyways are made silent by the graceful melody that scratches through the pen to paper.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nicely put!

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Wow. Vivid imagery. Great expression. Philosophical last line. Really enjoyed this poem.