In the Dead of Night

The sound of geese

In the dead of night

Competing with the rushing cars

In the distance

 

The moon's out and

I must be lonely

Ciggerette smoke trailing through

rough fingertips

circling a ring around my finger

As insubstantial, as our feelings

In the guise of really being true

Only to dissapate

In a second's glimpse of

Forgotten attention

 

A lonely participation

The Moon's out

And I must be lonely

The ash

The only thing

That remains

Of our sunlit yesterday

Reviews

[Sam Severn]

Gorgeously-composed opening verse leading to lonesome middle verse leading to bittersweet-as-dark-chocolate final verse.....Exquisite, S_N, dude! More tender than the other poems of yours I've read, so I get a different picture now, something deeper n' fiercer (even if the words here aren't fierce). Feels like some catharsis might have been gained by writing this... ㋡