Ὀρφεύς

Keep looking back and stopping the future.

This coarse honey which has muted

you gave the crayons to help me colour

head low,my arms and legs are rooted

into soil that yields nothing ,but dandelions

I drift it apart and I contemplate nothing

whilst you swim so valiant and supernal

perhaps we can dive and hold our breaths

pulseless we crash into the world

muffled and mumbled we return

to a place we're strangers to

running forwards always progressing

seem to only accomplish a decent pace

threw away my lyre and forgot the condition

I turned round to face you....I looked back.

I drift it apart and I contemplate nothing

whilst you swim so valiant and supernal

perhaps we can dive and hold our breaths

pulseless we crash into the world

muffled and mumbled we return

to a place we're strangers to

much to weary for adulterated pleasures

though I tell myself I really want them

This fatigue has made me so young

crying for the intimacy 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

adulterated pleasures miss the mark every time

[Joe]

This is a really good poem. It has nice rhythm and word choice. The imagery is great. Awesome job! Keep it up!