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An Ode To Lost Horizons

by Philip F De Pinto




You had come
From a place so distant away
It would strain the eye of Hubble
To think to locate

But you did come
And when I asked you why?
You said you came
To become an horizon parallel to mankind
And to meld your green eyes into mine
And with the hammer of your head swooping down
Nail one or a plethora of kisses on my lips
So as to keep them from roving

Then in time
The Eastern Standard Kind
You yanked your head back
My eyes following in the wake

That feat not sufficing
You stabbed the hershey kisses
That nested on your breasts unto mine
Which in time
The Eastern Standard Kind
My dear you yanked back
Leaving two holes in the wake

Though good intentioned
Foolish now to think to fill in
With square pegs of your heart

Fait accompli
You made your swift retreat
To that distant away place
It would strain the eye of Hubble
To think to locate


11/18/2014

Posted on 11/18/2014
Copyright © 2023 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 11/18/14 at 06:38 PM

Most of the time when I read your words, I'm just at a loss for what to even comment...what can I possibly say besides that I was here and am glad to have had the opportunity to read you...you have an incredible, distinct ability to craft your words in a way that weaves meaning, sound and pace down the page...and I'm always left changed...if that makes any sense at all...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/21/14 at 08:53 PM

This poem on relationship means to me that physical intimacy is absolutely not enough for a meaningful relationship.

Posted by June Labyzon on 11/22/14 at 02:06 PM

The yanking and the pulling and the pushing, towards and away is sometimes what cements or destroys a relationship. In this case, knowing I think the two parties, I have no love for she who retreated to that far away place. Your words alone should have made her stay.

Posted by Brian Francis on 11/26/14 at 02:39 PM

Speaks volumes to anyone who has danced the dance. Well said, well done.

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