OK since so many people enjoyed reading the other poem I put up, here is a totally different one that I wrote! And YES these are truly 100% my work, btw. This one is free verse, and was written last winter when my sweetie and I were broken up for a while.
White Hole
and the thing of it is
I love you
and somehow being free
just means being smaller,
contracting in the cold
in a pale way,
light, whiter, whitest...
'til I am a negation,
walking through windows
and staring through walls
petals pursing curling furling
like the flag of some defeated
army of one, bloodlessly broken,
birch branch bones outlined eerily
through skin of mist and fog.
A portable ghost traveling through time,
I haunt my empty self, doubt
gnawing and nibbling at the fibers
of the shroud of faith I wear
to lend a familiar shape
to my non existence.
2006-07-07
12:50:16
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