So many men that I shall never meet.
Eyes that will never lock with mine
an instant, in a glance that says
that I've existed just a moment
in their consciousness. So many
fingertips that will not spark
a flash of recognition,
a pulsing second of what could be, if...
So many men whose voices I may hear,
whose faces I may glimpse,
whose bodies may excite my fantasy,
but whom I'll never meet,
and who will never meet with me...
A contemplative piece that shares personal disappointment with well chosen words. Never overly sentimental though, which makes your angst very moving. And you never know, there are probably many who see you in the same way you view them, but don't have the nerve to say 'hello'. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A serious bit of contemplation going on here - flowing and thought provoking. Have to agree with tara though...justine xx
Hey... when you write like this, and look like that, it's got to be their loss..... t x
There was a time when I was on line with someone and I strongly believed I would correspond only with one guy who had few accounts in my opinion... I will repeat that again - on line dating doesn't do any good to any body. If I'm reviewing somebody's poems I do it for the quality of the work. I still love poetry :)
Men! ! ! ! With.... BO... Men...with all their mucky laundry! Not to mention all their IRONING Men...smelly socks! Beer Breath! Men! Men! Men! Ain't ya had your..... Fill? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Janice, we have this to contend with: '...whom I'll never meet, / and who will never meet with me... ' but rest assured, good poetry makes things happen in diverse way! Rgds, Ivan