by Alastre Zidler
Her arms fall around
My neck like soft electric,
A test of my senses, a sense of my tests
I cannot see her smile but it
Becomes a ribbon to blindfold me
Your girlfriend is beautiful
She whispers from behind me
And I cannot see her eyes
As they shear through the photos
Ive hung on my cubicles walls.
Her voice becomes a panacea
Soothing aches from months of struggles-
For so long Ive tried
To get those photos
To smile back at me
The words scrape and creak out
Please hold me
Delayed like light from a star,
To travel millions of miles
Only to be masked
By a cloudy sky
Sometime later I discover that
I'm all alone and
Ive leaned forward and
My eyes have opened on
A beautiful woman, strangely familiar
(Though I do not know her)
Holding my newborn son
Posted on 09/03/2003
Copyright © 2022 Alastre Zidler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/07/03 at 03:44 PM|
good lord this is dramatic, i absolutely love it. A poetic snapshot in itself well captured.
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/06/03 at 09:13 PM|
this is most beautiful. i love how all your words tell such descriptive stories.
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/15/04 at 01:23 PM|
this has an interesting twist at the end... was it a chance fling... or is the poet speaking of his girlfriend as if she is someone else's?... excellent portrayal, with inviting phrases... great read... blessings...
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/15/04 at 08:40 PM|
It feels like a time warp, or a temp loss of primary personality. But is the mother the girlfriend or the seductress? Hmmmmmmm. I love it!!!!
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/21/09 at 02:15 PM|
This is good stuff and definitely worthy of POTD.
|Posted by Richard Vince on 04/21/09 at 10:37 PM|
absorbing and heartbreaking. a very deserving POTD. great stuff. :)
|Posted by Mo Couts on 06/29/11 at 02:01 AM|
This poem was confusing for me, but more intriguing than confusing; I like it =)