a queasy anxiety parallels
these distant eyes
this inside smile,
and blissful sigh.
a song,
a reminiscent whiff,
or a roving memory,
and I am captured.
taken aback
by what once was;
a someplace
beaming with style,
vibrance,
romance,
and joy.
where
I too am happy
while, simultaneously,
hoping
anxiously
to postpone
the fade
back
into
the
bleakness
of
now
Comments
Fantastic
I not only read this, I was pulled down the page and couldn't leave it.
I absolutely love this - no crit.
Jx
I am so pleased by your
I am so pleased by your reaction
I feel good!
thank you
Brittle light
Bathing in a dream, of sunbeams and moonlight of the mind.
A great write and I enjoyed the tranquillity we all know of reality but it was ignored..
Take care, yours Ian..
Thought that it was a ref to Paul Revere with the title but realised it was your dream and had "I" (me)in it, lol
hi Ian
you caught my misspelling of Revere
He had a long ride through the short-lived blossoming of dreary New England
bathing in the dreamy moonlight
caught in a reverie of blissful freedom
from y'all over there
just teasing!
glad you enjoyed the poem
Al
Thought you would likes a little word play, Keep writing as you are,
Yours Ian..
very great read
I personally don't often prefer the "one word to a line" style of poetry, unless it creates the NECESSARY space between the words to a conclusion. It does that here and makes for a very good read. I particularly like the title, sets up the poem well.
I respect your abilities to
I respect your abilities to sense the strengths and/or weaknesses of a poem,
down to the nitty-gritty, stuff others glide over or cannot see.
So, when you give a positive critique like this, It is very satisfying
thank you