Weather

The brilliance

Burns a line

Between the hidden

Constellations:

An angel's tear,

Swiftly tearing

The fabric of the

Sky.

Eyes locked

In reciprocated

Fulfillment,

Fingers braided

Into a

Future.

Love:

Consummate

In its

Incipience.

You

Blink.

The swiftly

Disappearing

Image is branded

Upon your

Eyelids.

Thunderous mumbles

Of receding

Satisfaction

Fill your

Darkness,

Shaking you

Like a

"Dead Geranium".

A tear,

Formed of what

Used to be,

Escapes the fabric

Of her

Eye.

Your breath is

Gone.

The blink

Ends,

Your dreams

Doused in

Reality.

Relief replaces

Blood

As it is pumped

Through you;

The solidity of

The night

Is inhaled with

Decreasing

Rapidity.

You

Blink.

Author's Note

Okay, so this is a bit cryptic. Basically, the subject sees/remembers two things before falling asleep and blends them in his dream, which horrifies him into wakefulness.

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is a well-constructed poem with great imagery and form. Love the repetition of the blinking.. most excellent work, as usual, Ben :)

[FJ Davis]

Fascinating experience.
I've often wondered what those figures and forms mean--the ones we see when we close our eyes. They can't all be mere residual optical "fragments" carried over from vision's previous use. Some of these pictures are extremely clear--of people and places I, at least, don't recognize.
(Sorry to wander off, Ben.)
Your poem has a mystical feel; is, as usual, well-conceived and well-written. Obviously, thought-provoking, as well.

[Skoo.]

I didn't understand it (we both know I'm not smart) until I read your comment, now I get it :D
How do you write so... I can't think of a word good enough that I don't overuse, so we're gonna create the term "Bentaylorish" for your poems. Kay? (:
Seriously, all your poems are so...
I don't have words good enough.
You are really talented, or smart, or both.
Amazing write (: xx