Distance

Time is a feeling, and it's the only thing that the distance between us is measured in.

The roads are viscous in the daylight.

I get lost in the distance

trying not to measure my journeys
in time or in miles.

I measure them in song lengths.

On any given day

you could be six punk rock songs away.

Or one and a half Dream Theater songs.

And I still find reasons not to go to you.

The place you go to heal

it will resemble your deepest wound.

All brick, bourbon and pyre.

You've got your hands so full of grief that you can't even hold your fire.

I'd need only look for the place that smells of your inferno.

Don't think for a second that I mind burning for you.

It's the distance that bothers me.

Author's Note

I've been away for a while. This is one of the first poems I've written in over a year. I'll be sure to return the favor for anyone who reviews this =)

Reviews

[Alexandria Reece]

'The place you go to heal
it will resemble your deepest wound.'

That's fantastic, the poem has a sort of rhythm to it that's not exactly meter... it's just natural it seems. Measuring your time with an artform is a very novel way to go about it I think, unique and very well-written.

[Mackenzie Brooke]

I love this!
you could only be six punk rock songs away
you've got your hands so full of grief that you can't even hold your fire
those two lines were probably my favorite in this poem
great job :)

[Katie Flores]

i really enjoyed the feeling behind it, especially the last little couplet, i think there is a slight discord betwixt the first and second stanza, but i think it works, so, i don't know :). this is the first piece of yours that i read, and so far i like you style and choices of diction .

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. Just direct and powerful thoughts and words.
"All brick, bourbon and pyre.
You've got your hands so full of grief that you can't even hold your fire.
I'd need only look for the place that smells of your inferno.'
No weakness in the outstanding poem. A poem that take the reader to a good place from life. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Liderien]

I really like this. So simple yet deep in layers.
You are talking about the person I used to be in the second stanza.(Ok, I'm lying who I sometimes can still be...but shh...dont tell anyone.)
Thank you for your gift of writing. :)

[Margarette]

I agree that journeys are not measured in units of length but by the learning experiences a person gathers through them. You have written a poem that depicts of lost romance and great metaphors. I look forward to the time when you won't be bothered by the distance anymore. Cheers!