Allen Ansell Poet Free verse

PIXELS IN THE MIST

Pixels in the mist
Morph into images.
White noise my brain
Cannot leave alone.
You are so clear.
After all these years
Your image is there.
Legs going on for ever,
Hair shiny and bright,
Eyes promising bliss.
But I cannot touch

Or feel your flesh.
I am just forever
tormented by the pixels
Of your lovely phantom.

 

 

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Luciana Fisher September 18, 2024 at 9:26 AM Beautiful and haunting! Allen Ansell October 1, 2024 at 3:42 AM Thank you for such a nice comment. I really appreciate it.

Beata Agustin September 3, 2024 at 6:07 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.