Elephants

My room
is full of elephants.
Trumpeting prophets,
whose footprints have been lost
in the gusts of greens and groggy eyes.
Or thrusts of thought pumping jagged sighs through lips left ajar.

My face
is full of fleshy hands,
to hide in when the sand is dropping.
standing water lullabies, my mind’s collecting flies.
Pillow fists and sheets to choke, my skin’s already turning blue.
With wistful tunes from ceiling fans, I’d rather stay in bed alone.

My eyes
are bloody yet again.
With salt at least Its genuine.
But fruits fermented, grass ablaze at least I can escape.
Id love to hide, to run and run, I see myself hitting the ground.
To scrapes and scraps of memory from nerve endings gone limp.

This room
is full of elephants.
I try to cover ear canals.
This silence is uncomfortable and I look down the ledge.
I hate to be a bummer and I never mean to ruin nights,
but if I stand alone tonight,
I’m terrified of what I’ll do.

Trumpeting and trumpeting,
please dont leave me in this place.
Im clumsy and can’t trust my feet,
I’m aiming for the grass.
To hug me as I contemplate,
the dawn is a cacophony,
and Im just getting home again,
to feeling out of place.

Reviews

[iola reneau]

I was very caught up in the imagery and I am still ruminating on it because they made me feel like they are the tip of a deeper iceberg and if I contemplate them long enough I will be drawn down into the depth of their true meaning. Which on the surface seems evident....but I sense there is more, a lot more to them.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

gusts of greens and groggy eyes has great alliteration but what exactly if I may ask did you mean by that? I would have said tufts because of grass if that is where it was headed but thats just an opinion and to be taken lightly, with no offense meant. I love the first two paragraphs. The last three I could see again given a second chance to think about them. I love elephants btw!

[Emma]

Wow great imagery! It's really one those poems that sticks in your mind a while after you've read it.