Spaceman in a Swimsuit

With long, thin fingers that

Playfully glide over a

Chest cracked wide open

She is a professor of anatomy

Plucking a mournful tune on

My threadbare heartstrings

Frayed, worn, and about to snap

Ice crystals sit heavy on my lashes

I’m a spaceman in a swimsuit

Floating in the cold, dark

Vacuum of her silence

Where I hold my breath till I burst

        God is nowhere and everywhere

He’s there with her dancing

In the softly swaying grass

He’s there in her Narcissus eyes

That thirst for a pool to drown in

In a tomb of lost, stolen treasures

We are an echo of a murmur in the deep

Heroes, villains, lovers

Dreaming long forgotten dreams

Waiting for the miracle of

Resurrection in our sleep

Reviews

[Lorry]

This is in equal measure so relatable to all but those in a more comatose sleep than the rest of us and a "Damn, wish my thoughts turned this out."
Floating in a vacuum both scream at me and have a much quieter, deeper resonance in what so many of us feel yet struggle to convey.
We nod vigorously in agreement at your penmanship that reaches deeper into our minds than most.
Will be very interesting to reread these words when, or if we ever do get to revisit what we once knew as realities return.

[Laz K.]

Lorry,
Thank you very much for your comment.It means a lot to me.

[Lola Voyage]

Not only are you an excellent poet, you are a philosopher! words are much less than i can express on this one....beautiful.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and for commenting. You are very kind.

[Lola Voyage]

No problem. i am very hapy to read from other writers, honestly, i have been living under a rock! :D

[Paul]

Tonight is a different kind of review night for me. I'm remembering to think about how my fellow writers go through the same thing i do when they write something. I mean you guy's spend time on stuff just like I do. Wow. This is great work. It took me a few reads for it to sink in, but I get where you are coming from. I can just imagine how cold it is in space, and it would really be a bummer if I were floating aimlessly in space. Great way to personify space.

[Laz K.]

Thank you, PB. You're right: our experiences are unique, but they also center around some universal themes like love, loss, death, etc. It's one of the benefits of poetry, and all art in general, that it builds bridges between us.

Thank you for your thoughts and comments.

[duff]

The title is clutch. So many lines full of wit it makes me grin. The last four lines seal it. Slick, sleek and smooth poetic execution.

[Laz K.]

Thanks! Much appreciated!

[emmajoy]

Tis as if moving through space, arms and hands pushing aside winged veils yet, getting nowhere; superglue elements invisibly wound about and within!! Thinking Hieronymous (sp) Bosch, his paintings

Phrases above crystal clear yet so far removed, ' .. He’s there in her Narcissus eyes.. That thirst for a pool to drown in.. In a tomb of lost, stolen treasures.. .. We are an echo of a murmur in the deep.. '

[Laz K.]

Your comments are very poetic and I love the Bosch allusion. Thank you for taking the time to read and review.

[emmajoy]

Tried to interpret what I saw and felt.. didn't mean it to be poetic; my imagination must have been on Sunday overdrive! Bosch art is fascinatingly odd, but detailed , worth study but certainly not chocolate box!

[Laz K.]

I loved the poetic tone. It is very fitting. :)

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Whoa, I can really feel a dreamlike feeling in this poem. I really enjoyed the imagery as well. I didn't think it'd be the kind of poem it was at the end at the beginning. But I'm glad it was. Well explained and expressed. Tyfs

[Laz K.]

Thank you for the read and the comment. Always-always appreciated!

[Dave Brown]

All very nicely done as usual
I'll have to pass on the resurrection situation because I have nothing but trouble sleeping!
Don't sweat reviews
You are an excellent poet

[Laz K.]

Thank you, Dave!
Your words are much appreciated, as usual. :)