60 Minutes From Sunrise

in metaphor you are perfection -

careless eyes cast down a narrow nose,

the hipsters would call you cool, but

I cannot seem to call you at all     anymore

 

some days I wonder if you are a delusion,

a hybrid creation of cross pollination

inside the mossy moorlands of my psychosis

 

but I am quite sure that one day you existed,

somewhere outside of me, because

I remember fragments of top-down drives,

lost scarves along the Pacific Coast Highway,

and moonlight     entire beaches glowing

with madness the color of hand-dipped starlight

 

you wear my words well     these days,

lines like tailored sport coats and jeans,

syllables giving texture to a phantom’s voice,

     this-is-forever, you said,

until it wasn’t, but I can still draw your smile

60 minutes from sunrise, between Castor and Pollux,

and that has to be enough     for now

Reviews

[Jason Lawton]

This is an incredible piece although I apologize if this is autobiographical. "Mossy moorlands of my psychosis". I have never read a feeling so dreadful that sounded so perfect and beautiful. You have a wonderful way with words and I hope you never put your pen away.

[Einstein Noodle]

what a scene! you are the California girl arent you!? more than one has experienced love the disease ;) it is such a bitter sweet memory .. and what better place than the Coastal Highway ..
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[Damien Thibodeaux]

This poem reminds me of listening to a Joni Mitchell love lost song from her California days.

"some days I wonder if you are a delusion,

a hybrid creation of cross pollination

inside the mossy moorlands of my psychosis" .....

My favorite lines. You are a quite amazing poetess. I so admire your way with words.

[Sue Hart]

The struggle we have with what was. Nicely done.

[Astro]

There is a line about starlight in the Hobbit, that "It is memory." I can tell through these carefully chosen lines that there must be a galaxy hidden behind those blue eyes of yours for the tale is "perfection" and not simply as a metaphor. I cannot believe I have taken so long to find these wonderful words of yours.

[Robert L. Franklin]

"some days I wonder if you are a delusion,
a hybrid creation of cross pollination
inside the mossy moorlands of my psychosis"

I love this stanza. Excellent word-play.

[Tom]

This star's aurora is certainly on the wane !

A delightful, poetic, metaphorical peruse !

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Tom!

[John Destalo]

I love the first line. To me, this is really an artist's poem. Meaning it is a poem that captures the struggles of an artist. You have really captured the struggle between someone who abstracts while still living in a real world. I wish I had thought of the line, "you wear my words well these days,"

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much for the kind words :)

[Muse]

a hybrid creation of cross pollination

I love that line, it deserves a patent.

Your poetry reads like a beautiful disillusionment.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much! :)

[Shane William]

This is so good! I feel like I've met this person. More than once. What I think a lot of people don't realize is that it sometimes feels good to be cynical. It helps you cope.

you wear my words well these days,
lines like tailored sport coats and jeans

Great lines. What's even more pointless than certain fashion fads is wearing your attitude as a fashion or perhaps even wearing your intelligence like you wear a designer t-shirt. People that do that just rub me the wrong way. Now you got me on a tangent ~ oh well maybe it's all relative, idk.