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Orbit
by Richard VinceAnd this is what it comes back to:
All the words, earnest in the face
Of all that had gone before,
Hollow in the light of the Sun
That was too bright, too near.
They haunt me as her face haunts me.
They float unexpectedly to
The surface of my mind, just in time
To sour a good day; to tarnish
A memory that some tragic part
Of me still believes could shine.
Once again, my mouth is full of marbles:
Such is my way when making muses
Of the unwilling. I complain of
How hard it is to move on when
All I do is move around;
Circling; orbiting; looking inward.
She is there in all the faces,
Reflected in every single eye that
Looks away from me, that fills
Its gaze with everything, anything else.
She won’t leave me alone, just as
I can’t leave her alone.
10/08/2015 Posted on 10/28/2015
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/29/15 at 10:15 AM Evocative and totally relateable read Richard. See a lot of myself in this one. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/04/15 at 05:31 PM ...come join us rogue planets, bruddah...frozen though it may be, it is out of the gravity and eternal fall of orbiting.... |
| Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 11/11/15 at 02:49 PM I can relate to this one as I have faces that haunt me too. I try to write them down so they will leave me but they are stubborn and still stick around. Really like this one, it's going in my favorites. |
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