Leo C. Jones

Leo C. Jones Poems

There you are, a stone's
Throw away
Seemingly inches, fleeting bits of space
But miles and miles and more at the very least
...

I love you
If you tell me
Now you’ll give
The moon to me
...

On a folded piece of crumpled paper,
Torn from a notebook,
Was a hasty mess.
...

White-washed walls
And white-washed curtains
White-washed halls
White, clear and certain.
...

I wake up to a rainy morning.

The pits and pats
Pitter and patter on my windows
...

Four thirty,
Barely morning,
My day starts before the day starts.
I bathe,
...

You were the road not taken
The turn I could have took
My biggest 'what if.'
The die was cast and they clattered on the board
...

The usual setting:
A public pub,
Or someone’s party
Or a park in the fall,
...

French is the language of love
and it is love I wish to speak of
...

I once said
I would think of you
always
I'd get you
...

'Why is it we love? '
We often ask.

'Why do you love her? ' He is asked
...

Leo C. Jones Biography

Writing poetry suddenly became my passion after being heavily exposed to literature upon stepping in college. I think it's a very profound way of expression, the beauty of words and measurements that I can't quite explain, but still love doing.)

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The Asymptote

There you are, a stone's
Throw away
Seemingly inches, fleeting bits of space
But miles and miles and more at the very least
And I see them: the others.
I think of them with envy,
Contempt, even.
They are lucky.
Why the unpaved dirt roads of theirs and
Yours of brilliant cobblestone find
themselves at a
Crossing, I don't know.

And here I slope.
But I long that
Fate grant me the privilege
That inevitability, that futility
That ensuring sign
Saying it was written somewhere important
Somewhere that decides what is
Meant to be, unlike
The promise
Of you meeting me
And me meeting you.
Because the slightest graze
Of the skin of our pinkies
Is not written.

The steps I take
Towards the horizon that
Is you is, I know to be in vain.
Every move I make
As I curve down the distance between us
Is the stretch of the universe
And could never divide
To nothing.

I know that someone
Like me,
Can never meet you.

But knowing that
You and I
Are closer each time I inch forward,
Each time I try,
Is enough.

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