Moon Reflects And Draws The Tide Of Dreams

 

Moon Reflects And Draws The Tide Of Dreams

 

I piss clear

And it reminds me

Of a thousand biles

And the dull grey

Of drunk tanks

 

Seems so long ago

That beast that was

My youth

A dream

 

A nostalgic July

Through window screens

And all the flesh

That slipped through

My fingers

All too quickly

 

Fragile leaves

The omnipresent odour

Of cut grass

The sweet scent of night

An ever-present moon

Reflected off soft legs

 

All that is left behind

Is not always lost

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I think the poem takes a turn when you begin with the stanza,A nostalgic July
Through window screens
And all the flesh
That slipped through
My fingers
All too quickly

Fragile leaves
The omnipresent odour
Of cut grass
The sweet scent of night
An ever-present moon
Reflected off soft legs

All that is left behind
Is not always lost..it was beautiful..

[mystic soul]

great job here!! quite interesting and expressive piece!! keep writing :)

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

hmmm i enjoyed this.. it starts out like bukowski and then moves outward into this breezily beautiful imagery (something bukowski was also known to do when he really wanted to LOL) my favourite two stanzas are the last.. but the whole works so fluidly together

[CircusNerd]

memories are interesting things to dwell on O_o good job! the passion behind these words is clear, but though you describe what you see, i can't reach out to the imagery just yet and the pictures are slightly blurred. hmmm, that's the only constructive criticism i can give for this piece :)