A Million Almosts

With a smile a little shorter

than the length of a teardrop

and a wavelength a little shorter

than a frown,

just an ebbing wave

forlorn and unimportant

to God and everybody except

the relentless taunts

the other waves with almosts

for them to drag you under

to your haunted house of retrospection

 

Rippling nothing in the view of God,

just a scream of a forgotten goodbye,

a muted burst to uncaring eardrums

in an already nostalgic pastel sea

the canvas of An Artist dumping buckets of gossamer paints.

Standby a buzzing rural town of

an aura reminiscent.

A smile completes a boulevard

and a gut-clenching onyx marble of

carefree sun rays glistening scratches of children's chalk

into memory.

Concrete Distance,

oh so many miles of useless contemplation yet

not quite longer

than the length of a teardrop.

 

Author's Note

I've read and revised this poem so much, I rather hate it. Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[OverSoul]

this one was pretty good but it wasnt your best. I'm not sure if you meant it to flow or not because it doesn't flow as well as it could. Otherwise it was pretty good. " a gut-clenching onyx marble" and "aura reminescent" are good parts

[Adam Chambers]

this has a nice flow to it, i like this part especially:
forlorn and unimportant

to God and everybody except

the relentless taunts

the other waves with almosts

AND THANKS AGAIN FOR YOUR REVIEW!
sincerely,
Adam