- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Afternoon of Sometimes
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Click hereA woman closes a door.
You can’t see
what’s behind it, maybe
a room or an ocean
of chaos, pages, leaves
torn from books thrown.
A woman
closes
a door and opens
a window. The Sun shines,
leaves have collided green
whispers the afternoon
has passed
a woman
closes a book, distant
traffic nearly
tells the time she hears
and looks down to the ticking
leaves the room,
a woman
closes a door.
- COMMENTS
I had never read this before so I did so - several times. Mysterious and beautifully composed
I hope you don't mind, but I think you will understand, I had to go away from this for a while. Think things over see how much I liked it and it has drawn me back to read anew and appreciate just how good it is
......new direction for your poems. As others have said, it has an air of mystery, intrigue. It reminds me of an Escher drawing.
Tess
rolls on
and on
A peculiar form and a narrative chasing it's own tale. I sense a mystery here, like the poem is - literally - circling around something big, but refusing to quite go there. Got me intrigued, to say the least.
I'm not sure I quite get it but this is how this one should be I think. Nifty use of enjambment. Getting a recommend.