Lights dancing to and fro,
Snow speckled wind blowing
About the night, I look around
And find a familiar face standing,
Their hair long and hand waving,
But as the lights’ dancing ceases,
Patches in the snow start to form
Around my friend…
I can see her fading,
patches of clear erasing
portions of her body
from view, becoming a
swiss cheese of sorts, I
call out to them, asking
if this is but a dream, yet
their voice is drowned out
by the patches of clear,
oddly enough, as they fade
from existence, they fade
from my mind, they fade
from my life, they fade
completely...
but I don't seem to care.
How'd you feel? Can you critique?
Comments
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Free verse is my weakest discipline but I will attempt to comment
Not keen on the words 'becoming a swiss cheese of sorts' I like the imagery but not those actual words
Very powerful last line
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I enjoyed reading this, an amazing poem!
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