Brent Terry Poems
|41.||I Just Don’t Know||12/6/2007|
|42.||The One Who Now Breathes||12/6/2007|
|43.||The World Is A Big Place||12/6/2007|
|44.||Under The Inconsequential||12/6/2007|
Comments about Brent Terry
Some may wonder if a soulmate can be a real thing or not.
Or if it's a sick and twisted novel without conclusion or plot.
If true... then where exactly do they fit in?
Did they skip an important chapter, and not know where to begin.
Many ideas skirt close to it - I'm sure,
Like feelings of deja vu, and having known each other before.
Similar interests.. too make a good ring,
But still not quite it... there's more than those things.
At times you may know each others thoughts without speaking,
Email or phone each other seconds apart from just ...
Playing pool in the basement late at night,
Alone, and I win every game.
Any missed shot and it’s still my turn,
“Great shot Brent, go again”.
Angles, momentum, spin and rebound,
Thinking a little ahead.
Chuckling as things go exactly as planned,
But then conversations come back in my head.