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I Can’t See For Miles and Miles and Miles
by Jared OrlandoShe was foreign,
yet not in the geographical sense.
I had to travel miles and miles
just to find her, and even then,
she made herself like wallpaper,
a twinkle in the landscape,
and her thoughts were only leaves
falling one by one
and she covered me
and one by one I caught them,
rubbing them across my face;
they disintegrated in my hands
and then it began to rain.
A miserable, soaking rain.
Far out in the Somewhere,
in the unreachable distance
the wind whispered,
“you cannot reach me,”
and I noticed my fingers
were blocking out the sun
and as I went blind
I asked myself,
why don’t I ever chase the girls
who run toward moonlight? 02/13/2015 Posted on 02/14/2015
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/15/15 at 10:47 PM Romantic fantasy without the romance!? Pathos with a touch of self-deprecation. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/02/15 at 03:05 AM They've got problems of their own. Namely, difficult to see. Secondly, might die sooner due to faulty REM cycles and potentially more likely to be hit by moving cars.
The grass is always greener, except in the dark.
That said, yes. I like this. |
| Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 11/12/15 at 09:12 PM $#%@ing beautiful. That's all I can even say about this one. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/14/15 at 03:47 PM I obviously have some catching up to do in your library. Loved what you did with the leaves. Great action and tension in this. Thanks! |
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