In A Moments Confession Of Silence

This is just something that came of the top of my head I wrote on a bar napkin.

It was a water color cast im the darkest shade of grey.

Emotions often drain us.

Friends  just make a habbit of fading away.

 

And how did it feel when alone you did stand?

A kiss in memory.

A broken ego with a twisted thorn and rose in hand.

 

Street signs of my past still appear if ever you care to see.

Gutters collect trash.

Paper sailboats taken away with the thought that once understood me.

 

It was a moment and still I recall.

The past a bitter wine of choice.

Maybe tommorow I retrace my fragments my nights

are spent reading from a bac alleys wall.

 

How will we forget when we still linger in taste of emptyness and

a smell perfumed passion may i only confide.

That cold are the winters but none may compare to thoose

that lay frozen from inside.

Reviews

[Jyn]

another wonderful write..

[An owl on the moon]

Your recollections are filled with somber reflections... those colors of joy fading into grey as the days and years pass away... Yes.. the winter inside can be ever so much colder than anything the world can lay on the landscape. So powerful here.

[Richielee]

very vivid and darkly beautiful,deeply fantastic amigo,love your deep poems

[Judy Ponceby]

Gonzo this is beautiful, melancholy. Love that first line, especially. Deep and moving, John. Well done!