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Anomic Loner

Turbulence permeates the senses
like dime story candy on holiday
wafting debris of summer lovers.

Their hands softly touching flesh
as though they were never lost.

Opaque eyed, I face the demons
catching a glimpse of myself
stricken, pristine robes aplenty.

Fallen leaves embrace the soil.
I too, fall captive in hazy days.



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Inspired by the image on this contest http://allpoetry.com/contest/2385939

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  • individuality gold member
    February 17, 2008

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    that's a cold picture you wrote this from - though there is sorrow here there is warmth too i feel, melting the senses, a good poem.


  • CherryOnTop
    January 31, 2008

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    Congrats on your silver and your book. The descritpion and imagery is superb in this piece. The whole concept is captivating.The last stanza really pulled me in.


  • Sandra R Reynolds gold member
    January 26, 2008
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    Very good congratulation on silver.


  • kvwriter silver member
    January 17, 2008

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    Falling "captive in hazy days" and "catching a glimpse of myself" are two lines that stood out for me especially after reacquainting myself with you having been away for awhile myself. These lines are revealing of the truth of yourself you want to show this world--your truth. Haunting quality to the human condition, to life and living. Feels like a "shadow" is following me now. Lol! Nice work here. And congratz on the book! I love what you profile states. Pen on!--Kel :


  • Kari gold member
    January 17, 2008

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    You did a wonderful job on this piece here. Congrats on your silver shine that you got. Very well deserved


  • Devils Reject
    January 17, 2008
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    Very nice piece. I liked it a lot.


  • zappa gold member
    January 15, 2008
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    Indeed a prayer of a poem..very pristine..Congratz!


  • B Chandler
    January 14, 2008

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    Commentary

    The brief synopsis of the metaphysical world is what lies behind -- beneath-- every surface people are able to touch or feel or even sense. The same is also said for abstract writing of which you formed something that was beyond the image- as if you, yourself, was there staring back at you. An epiphany of sorts. Good luck


  • leander Moderators member
    January 14, 2008

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    Well I'm not really sure what I can say about this except that I love the whole piece!
    Great imagery. Stunning actually!


  • suseann
    January 14, 2008

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    The feeling of the proverbial square peg not fitting a rounded hole eminates in this to me.Notions of a saddened pale of spirit.Actually,it describes the topic perfectly in verse.And in great metaphoric terms.


  • penman gold member
    January 13, 2008
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    Excellent

    Oh my what powerful images and descriptions. Best of luck in the contest.

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