it will take a blink
for your name to become
unknown
i will untangle my hair
each letter of you
comb them through
un-use my fingers
the clench and fist
swallow of tongue
on your judgments
to finally see
tiny grains of sand
how water seeps through
drains away and
as an ocean ebbs and flows
you are
driftwood
alone with
careless waves
waiting
the next storm
Comments
Tossing
Loved this poem, except the second stanza did not fit for me, Just my opinion, still enjoyed this piece!
There is...
a great feeling of sadness in this one. I like the concept, but... are you untangling the letters from your hair? And [un-use] your fingers? I think you are being a little too abstract, to make the whole thing come together. ~ Gee
Dear CC, I liked this lovely
Dear CC, I liked this lovely piece very much. It soothed my eyes, heart and veins.
Regards
Ayaz
Dear CC,
I love a little bit of abstraction! You have a unique and unusual way of phrasing things. I found this piece to be a wistful piece of art. I especially liked the lines:
you are
driftwood
alone with
careless waves
waiting
the next storm
Great summation!
always, Cat
p.s.
one suggestion: awaiting instead of waiting?
Ros
You get it and yes I've moved and closed that door and feel good about it :)
Pretty much Shirl, somethings
Pretty much Shirl, somethings are momentus but they pass :)