Poem -

Recollecting Unusual Positions

                                                                                    Simultaneously
                                                                            looking down at her back
                                                                                    through the hull
                                                                            of a glass bottomed boat
                                                                                and up at the soles
                                                                           of her feet and her skirts
                                                                                 from where he lay
                                                                            in the gutter of some god
                                                                              forsaken city or other ..
                                                                                  Anyone watching
                                                                          would have thought it was
                                                                               magic, or witchcraft
                                                                          or something entirely not
                                                                                    of this earth ..
                                                                          And they would have been
                                                                                    right of course,
                                                                         since he was in the process
                                                                                    of dying alone
                                                                        in that gutter, with just a few
                                                                               fading photographs
                                                                         and a memory or two of her ..

 

Like 5 Pin it 3
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Marion

You have described perhaps, the most painful place in hell...and done it with a simple beauty that only you could achieve...top marks my friend 💕

Reply
author
Neville

Blimey .. thanks a million our Marion .. x

Reply
author
Yiyan Han

... photographs
and a memory or two of her ...

To me, heartbreaking words

Reply
author
Neville

and sadly true .. many thanks Yiyan 

Reply
author
Neville

The inspiration for it was very sad indeed .. thank you for noticing Tina x

Reply
author
Linda Lank

YOUR POETRY IS SO EXCELLENT NEVILLE LINDA

Reply
author
Neville

I don't know about that, but I am so very grateful to you for visiting :) 

Reply
Poem -

Fear of Word Blindness

Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba .....

Poem -

Fear of Falling

okay, so that's another summer done and dusted ..

As autumn begins,
might this be
the very end of us ..

For today tho’ we cling...

Poem -

When to Listen Lightly

Hey, listen I want to make
love with you
then write us some poetry ..
Which I need...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Karma the Barber

Karma the Barber

Throw them a towel
to soak up
those desperate alibis
surely to flow
to justify...

Poem -

Love Simply Gives

Love Simply Gives

The essence stays in the heart
when the hand gives the rose,
Hate gives itself to hell,...

Poem -

Headline

It's something to learn
You can be hurt by the world.

It's something to change...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com