318 ~ The Roaring Mind Poem by stan pelfrey

Here I am waiting
Love never boosts
legs to kick my beliefs
into it’s shadows
Stagnant-
only looking in the common
Change must come
Who is she? Where is she?
the fish in my sea
promise of happiness
Flaccid bits of courage
I need you to gather
search for her
beyond my realm
-shyness

Parade! Parade! Walking-
a beehive street
I catch a shadow
my lids lock then open
the caster is shown
she hurries away
comfortable as a caterpillar
Screaming to her in my mind-
KimAmandaBeatriceRhonda
Oh! which name is hers?
“Hi! my name is ____,
would you like to ____? ”
Mind talk
Never said!

Think of it, me
taking this shadow,
A color-dry face,
stormy-night hair stranger,
I only know by sight,
into my realm
showing her my commons
sitting knee to knee
moving my lips, until
they touch hers
We fall back and-
Never happens

Concentrate! Concentrate! Reading—
a quickly, twisting plot
peripheralize an image
my lids looking upward
reveal her shadow
across the library
She glances me
book back in view
lost my sentence
exchanging looks
A tangled, brown-topped bookmark
makes me read
seven times the word
“whisper”

I’m half-sick of shadows,
being the one in the corner
listening to others laugh,
that laugh of romantic glee
Half-sick of playing
eye-games with a stranger
That does it, my mind is set
“Beware, Beware! fair shadow
at next we meet,
I will strip before you
asking you to-
Well, I don’t know yet,
but beware,
for next passing
We speak! ”

Ready! Ready! Leaving-
out the swinging door
the Shadow’s coming in
my lids loosely excited
she’s on the final step
anticipate her passing
She smiles from a distance
confidence, build it now
speak, damn it, speak
she’s within two feet
NOTHING
My stupid face smiling
as she passed,
not a word
until after,
a whispering-
“damn it! ”