Swallow

Wind flows like time

from the sleepy breeze

meandering from somewhere

unfinished in the trees

the shadows

will

will always be there.

I 've never jumped at shadows before

and there was a time before 

when I did not jump quite so high.

When the love in you

let me down a little,

a small misdemeanor

honey from the ground.

I've mentioned this before,

when everything you swallow

is dust from their shoes.

It's frightening,

to be frightened

when and where 

you've not been before

disconcerting certainly

but not when it impairs

rational thought.

I ran to you

as I always do

 but in my mind,

you are always there

where does my selfish time

 not exist?

Reviews

[tedefroberts]

I really like the style and the content! I'm a huge e.e. cummings fan and always appreciate concrete poetry too! I enjoyed the piece!

[Corset]

I'm so happy you may have enjoyed, thank you for your comments!

[tedefroberts]

You're more than welcome! Hope you'll read one of my pieces! Thanks

[Nipplegrinder]

I simply adore this piece! There is a sultry voice that reads this to me.

[Corset]

Thank you for stopping in and for your wonderful comments!

[Nipplegrinder]

Anytime, sunshine.

[Crowley]

This is a rather intriguing write. I have read it multiple times and the somber tone is kind of chilling in a way. that first stanza is perfection, especially "the shadows will, will always be there" For some reason that line makes me pause and reflect with each read through. And then the part about
when the" love in you let me down a little" I love how you said that because we all know that sinking little feeling. I can't tell you exactly what I think this is about, but it feels like the Ben Folds song She's a Brick, the same sepia tone and underlying angst with a level of comfortable sprinkled on top because we realize that we are only human beings. Wow, sorry, rambling. I have to say this one really hit me. Wicked good!!

[Corset]

I like rambling :D I do it quite a bit myself! Thank yah kindly!

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes there are some loves, friendships, relationships, that despite the hurts, we turn to, for solace and comfort -- sometimes it makes us stronger, and sometimes it disappoints us -- this is a very wonderful poem with an impactful format.

[Corset]

Thank you again Lyn for your wonderful comments

[RW Erskine]

very nice write Corset

[Corset]

Thank you for reading and nice comment!

[KCthelastboyscout]

Nice to see you back in the cafe 😊 wounds heal in time emotionally and physically trust is always a leap of faith.a poignant statement to read

[Corset]

Thank you for reading and for your comments.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even when hurt by someone, that side of us that won't believe...wants to still trust will run towards..even when our logical mind says...run the other way...you can't trust the breeze---it will turn to a hurricane of pain...
great use of nature to tell of a story of the heart.
j.

[Corset]

Thank you Jacob

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Getting hurt either physically, mentally or emotionally always tends to change us in a subliminal and subtle way. A very compelling poem.

[Corset]

Thank you Dale!