unworldly

Spring seems to have died,

I’m inhaling the scent of rotten lilacs.

I taste the chocolate you brought me...

Drunk, I smoke a cigarette,

but I can’t feel it.

I drag my feet lightly on the road, slamming the rough soles of cowboy boots.

I cry,

I want something that doesn’t exist in nature,

something immaterial.

I can still feel your cold hand on my shoulder.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Well, the writer has certainly referenced a few features of this poem; in other examples of her writing. Such as different seasons, drinking smoking and so on. This piece does seem genuinely personal to the writer, which is partly what I appreciate about her general style. And, she doesn't include airs or graces; to try and seek attention. It's a fairly brief poem, which probably wouldn't benefit from being divided into verses; and it speaks sadness to me. But, a concurrent acceptance of that melancholy somehow being inevitable? Why might might be, I can only wonder. Even though, the writer claims to be yearning for something immaterial and not occurring in nature; that description could only makes sense to the writer. Clearly, neither the chocolate, smoking or drinking seem sufficient, to alleviate the writer's sadness or despondency; in this poem. So, I must remain left to wonder; at the writer's thoughts surrounding her words which comprise "unworldly". Thanks for sharing, and keep writing here. I would value any "read requests", as you will know. [email protected]

[Black Branches]

Thank you!