X

Blank, a penetration In deep wells: a heart Stomping with mechanical Accuracy. Galloping as a horse Sombre. It echoes and turns To stare with a wanderlust Look into the paint pot of The opaque Atlantic. Freakish bodily wine blending Into bleaches. The tulips there Aching wide-mouthed and Conquering the sill's motherly embrace. Somewhere far away they shadow Continents with their Illuminated pin-prick eyes. To be there, above a gairish X.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Hana Ryusaka

Date: 6/17/2009 8:57:00 AM

BTW thank you for all your thoughtful comments, I'm so thankful that a poet of your caliber enjoys my work as well. =] Keep writing, you have amazing talent.

Hana Ryusaka

Date: 6/17/2009 8:56:00 AM

Absolutely. Beautiful. You have actually made me speechless... your imagery and word choices are simply amazing. Usually when I go through someone else's poem, I look for a phrase or stanza that really stands out to me in beauty or profundity... that's sort of impossible here because the entire thing is just pure, unadulterated beauty. This is just one, "It echoes and turns to stare with a wanderlust look into the paint pot of the opaque atlantic." Totally unique, totally gorgeous.

Cesar Cantu

Date: 6/4/2009 8:18:00 PM

I agree, your style with words and images is rather interesting, and your titles too; thanks a lot for the experience =D

Christopher Higgins

Date: 5/15/2009 5:58:00 PM

This is a pretty cool write..Loved the flow of this write..very nice lines.

Patrick Wakefield

Date: 5/14/2009 8:30:00 PM

Pretty decent. Similar to my poem The Stallion. Like the word choice. Chax.