Film

the world is splitting open at my feet, part five. One of my personal favorites.

Film

I slept with the fog:

a manifestation. 

I was helpless

---      

 aimlessly sick. 

I slept with the fog

in such relentlessness. 

As I was loveless.

Searching for a girl

---

who didn't exist.

At least in this mildew

 which I had admired

 unaccountably.

Lonely lake I muttered. 

This solitary brush in

the forest.  

There,

                      -------------------  the swans all had bursted 

out.

                                          Their cuckold

                                                           weather ballon. 

                        Their

dives echoed into a swoon, dreary spirits

waited in the negatives. 

Coiled roses, wooden bridge. 

           Pragmatic portraits. 

I was: 

a dog,

selling sex for a bone.

Howling along my 

mating calls, the

full moon. Playful

aggression, running

in the park. Tree branches,

splitting hedges, foiled 

tulips.

This existential

game of fetch. 

How reckless

it has

                          become. 

In the margin of 

night-sleep

attention dripped over

the windowsill. How

all of a sudden, 

the girl in my

nightwear

calls out. Slaying

the follicles of memoirs

calling out the treason

of the mist,

or fog.

It so happens to be.

It still happens to seem. 

Both carried

out in sugar

-coated bliss.

Wicker weaved, 

this spinning carousel.

A hamper,

                      yes. 

Delight brought to

the teary eyes of 

the children of my youth.

Everything had been

peerless, a polygraph

never so true.

Until I realized the trickery

of actuality. Mean-

spirited, an illusion.

Still once, I was content.

That night still speckled

into my carpet thistles.

As ominous as it had

become, it held safe.

My memories, fade in

and out, between that

day and now.

I've come to defend, 

in a matter I've dared to attend.

The validly of this calamity ,

my caress with the bog. 

I slept with the mist..

I slept with the fog,

a manifestation...

I digress..

A manifestation,

none the less.  

Author's Note

Reviews

[That_Guy]

It felt very real yet far away. Great poem.

I did have to stop halfway through and turn off the music, I'm not a fan of music with lyrics while trying to read a poem. Still, great poem

[Harley (arbiter)]

This was an amzingly well written poem. Very nicely done!

[That_Girl]

"Sugar-coated bliss" ... I think that really encompasses the poem, the way I interpreted it at least. Flawless as ever, Cole. Can't wait for the next installment.

[Dayran]

Are you familiar with the legend of Thetis, Archilles's mother? This poem reads so much like the ' blue men ' of the grottos that she used to frequent .... driven and physical in their natures and yet are unable to walk down main street with a hello on their lips for the people they meet.

[Lily Mae]

I find that when I read you I smile the whole way through.. Even if the topic takes my emotions deep into the fog. You amaze me in all ways with your words...thoughts and visions.. I hope to God you are putting yourself out there to be published..you sir are beyond good... :D xo