Can't Get Next To You

Can’t Get Next To You

There are words

that rummage constantly

through my head;

sad, shadowy words

filled with a dark void;

malevolent words that stab you

when your back is turned;

or staring at you

eye to eye.

It’s ironic too,

cause even with crossing a roaring river

filled with liquid fire,

I can’t get next to you.

I can’t get next to you

and I am covered

in the singed sweat of alone-ness;

where the hues of Autumn

embrace Winter’s barren-ness,

its blank, hypnotic

pull of death.

11.20.15

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I don't think your jumble of well-crafted imagery gels into a hard-hitting message for me, but I just like it for the way it resembles the way we all feel awkward and incapable of fully delivering the depth of the things we're really feeling inside, to another person who really needs to hear it.

[highonwords]

this poem is laced with gritted-teeth frustration over the lover's longing for a beloved over an impossible love - he cannot have her, no matter what - nothing would work so he could get to her - unrequited love - which is killing the lover with sadness and sorrow, feeling all alone

best,
steph

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Okay ... this is going to sound totally weird. It's so odd that I have to stop to think about how to word this. If one is full of words; and the other is a blank page, how are the two ever going to compose chapter and verse for others to know? When there is no ink, how are the words to bleed? I know that I'm doing a poor job of completely finishing the thought, but that's where your words took me. I think there's a great thought in there that needs completion. LOL! Now, I'm the one who's rummaging.

Great work.

[redzone]

first, thanks Linda M for both reading and for your insightful comment.. second, you can always "rummage" in and around and through my poems.. I always enjoy where a poem takes people, to see their insights and in this case, I think where you went with these words was on mark, "thoughts in there that need completion"... words said and yet to be spoken.. the words are "I can't get next to you" to say them... so I write about what ifs.... anyway, your ideas are not weird at all...

[Pryde Foltz]

Longing may be a friend to poetry but no friend to the poet. Great write and great see you back around these parts:)

[redzone]

Hey Pryde... thanks for stopping by, nice to see you too... I have come around a number of times but just to read (or listen), leaving no foot prints...

[Pryde Foltz]

I like that, redone. That works for me. I have subbed to your writing … so I know when you poke your head in. But I do love a hello:)

[redzone]

Duly noted, Pryde wants footprints, even if they only say Hello Pryde... ;0)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i found myself reading this and singing the Temptations' "i can't get next to you"


"all these things i can do, but i can't get next to you"

the sweat of alone-ness....autumn ends and winter comes in, with november feeling so blank...

words have such power.

j.

[redzone]

Hi Jacob, indeed they do, right to the heart power... at least that is what I experience when reading your poetry... thanks for the comment...