There is a Poet

There is a poet

who thinks no one's watching

when he goes to a corner

inside his own mind

He feeds on his reveries,

gets drunk on his nightmares,

he is convinced

he's the last of his kind

And the same carmine ink

that he dips his sharp pen in

now escapes from the corner

of his very last line

There's only one question

running loose in his mindscape:

'Am I as much yours

as you are mine ?' 

The question may echo

unanswered for hours

He thinks that the silence

betrays he's alone

Yet she's in the crinkles

of his unsent letters,

scratching the surface

to make herself known

She's in the wine glass

that he proclaimed sacred

waiting at the bottom

 to be consumed

All of these years

they've been lonesome together

not knowing that their loves

could once have bloomed

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

That is poetry and - more than exciting can near hear your words breathing, pulsating! Your visual words, the meter. the imagination - is incredibly fine, never a word out of place. Yes, like it or not, you have a fan, Arianna. I will return!

[Coyote Poetry]

Poets, writers, painters and musicians. A bit crazy. I believe each different. I am more Salinger then Hemingway. I love to write, but I keep my face hidden. Powerful and wonderful use of words and thoughts Arianna.
Coyote

[VioletSerendipity]

Wow. Heartbreakingly beautiful... I love everything about this.

[emipoemi]

.....I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! This is powerful and relatable! Well done!

[.:Arianna:.]

Thank you! I am glad you liked it :)

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.