Poetic Ache
As liquid evaporating,
my reflection vanishes,
dust of bone drifts,
And the quiddity of my
soul collapses while it waits,
hoping for a return,
like ships in the open sea,
lingering for
a placid voyage,
I continue
in the same wave,
like branches I waggle
vigorously in my aches,
Trying to elude the reason,
escaping from my own breath,
and as I see the leaves of trees
falling,
Each of them feel my pain,
and I travel in my head to all
of these places without
taking a step,
I dream with my eyes wide open,
gazing at a fantasy frame,
for my life becomes poetic
by the endlessness of my constant aches.
Copyright©ElenaToledo2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
