Her taste in men; multifarious by nature.
Foolishness by some, as lovers depart.
Memories engraved in her psyche.
Splendors of winter, dancing snow flakes.
A warm winter wonderland embraced by a specter.
Wondering where one might stand.
Unadorned by a tyrant.
An ambiguousness, uncanny phantom.
My zephyr prevails.
At last, a rush of cold wind seeping into my soul.
Categories:
ambiguousness, senses, winter,
Form: Free verse
a few words of prerambling setup
where i explain what the poem's about
in quaint detail, without let up
to erase any question, any doubt
a small anecdote perhaps, to start
about where origination begins
no worries dear listener, take heart
that soon i'll get to the end
since i realize poetry's ambiguousness
more lengthy perhaps than the poem itself
my explanation, alas, i must confess
might better have stayed upon the shelf
angst, being what you might now feel
about this rambling current tense
this setup does so little to reveal
some humanity, or even to make sense
after, you might applaud quietly
that you actually made it to the end
and that i might stop this finally
yet for your patience, i must commend
so i conclude with a small...chuckle
clear my throat, to better enunciate
utter words that probably befuddle
dear listeners, I'll try to ingratiate
© Goode Guy 2011-11-15
Categories:
ambiguousness, funny, on writing and
Form: Quatrain
I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness
of sky
and I'm hanging on
to vacant air
as all the saplings
and gawkers
slurp on lattes
and wish upon my misery
alas, when one of those whims
chooses to make itself
come true,
I'll shoot like a meteor
into nothing
but a tittle of dust
flickering
in someone else's dream
Categories:
ambiguousness, introspection, life, sad
Form: Free verse