Abstract Lives

We were born

 

Crawling out of the

Illusions

 

I never knew

 

You

were Here.

 

Waiting for

my arrival

 

Time

is just an

acquiescent

 

Flooding over,

Pulling Tides

 

The Moon rose

High

over roof tops

 

Houses all

in a row

 

What if we didn't

 

...exist?

 

My Love,

My confidant.

 

There isn't any

explanation

 

For this.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Spare, eloquent, haunting. Spelling: "acquiescent."

What strikes this reader is the contrast between "Abstract Lives" and the delicate soulfulness of the poem, underlining the strangeness of existence, that observation is not merely detached, but subtly feels.

Elegant and beautiful.

[Cynthia]

It's a nice poem. It have nice Q. inside.

[Miss Coral]

Really liked this piece.. the super subtle rhyme scheme is really excellent. The message was pretty great too. I would suggest combining some lines up towards the beginning though, because the rhythm felt a bit too broken up there to me. That is, of course, just me. :)
Nice piece!
-Coral

[Robin]

interesting thought flow questiong the mysteries and catching glimpses of a bigger picture