NOT A CHANCE

The night’s dark eyes smile

at what is left of me, you...

stealing bits and pieces of who

I am with small nips that hurt

for the hunger there, knowing

tomorrow’s harsh sun will not

be enough to see us through

a night in our cold, cold bed.

But, ah! The touch of Zephyrus

with his sweet breath to scoot

across your breast from that

window you insist stay open...

so desire, with a white cane and

sensual ears, might hear our moans

and come home again.

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

There's a certain hunger within the words of this poem, which feels strung together with care, thread by thread, creating a powerful yet loving creation. There's layers to this piece that even I have to admit I may be missing.

Zephyrus, to describe the scene is such a powerful act of poetry. I had to look them up, and the more I look at their mythology, the more it sets the scene for the poetry.

Well done with this wonderful creation, Vol.

[Vol]

Kane,
Thanks, man... I used to tell my students I loved literature because it is impossible to incorrectly "understand " a poem, novel or any of its other genres. What I get from a poem like Yeats' "The Second Coming," is different every time, and correct every time. Unlike math, It does not matter how I feel about it, four plus four is NEVER five, or if I'm in a bad mood, three... It is why poetry is my life.

[Kane Hagwood]

One of the many things I love about literature and poetry is that, at the end of the day, there is no wrong way to perceive a piece of work. It's a sort of dance between the author and the reader. That's one of the many reasons why it drives me crazy when I hear people try and police creative writing. I feel it's meant to break boundaries and expectations, even from the creator. It's always a pleasure reading your work, Vol. I enjoy supporting those who bleed onto the page, and aren't afraid to do so.

[Relic]

There were nights I could have used some of those Zephyrus. I know they're more than just friendly. :)

[Vol]

Relic,
There are always zephyrs, some balmy, some cool,
but they do nothing to waken a cold, blind heart, who moans in the darkness.
Vol

[Relic]

lol makes me glad I'm not married. haha

[Vol]

Relic,
Not necessarily a qualifier...

[John the Baptist]

Zephyrus, the west wind of mythology, was associated with procreation, so I understand. Well, I am not interested in procreation, but what goes before it. Tempts one to leave the windows open every now and then.

[Vol]

John,
I know, right? The hot breath of lovers is what we live for... all life lives for. But even Zephyrus, cannot stir a frozen heart...
Vol