One Rendezvous

Sweet grapes? There was 
no exit from the question 
hour. You left the sky 
for an answer, after a soul-search. 

An appointment with unknown 
scares you. It will not 
work.It will not breathe. 
They had taken away the gold 

and left coal mines.The aliens. 
You become outsider in your 
own home. The time drips 
on your unmooned face. 

A middle low pain and a middle 
low moan will prescribe a 
valley of terracotta to make a 
new road where you can walk straight.

Reviews

[Squeakyballls]

I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't completely get what this poem is saying, but I'm sure in a few more reads, it will fully dawn upon me. Besides that (which really is a non issue in poetry), I absolutely love this piece. The rhythm and flow of your writing really captures the mind as it is read and each line demands the next must be read in a beautiful manner. I love the enjambment, timed at crucial parts of the sentence, but in a way that gives meaning both to the line written and to the sentence itself.