Filter through the night
While waste water
Remove any light
As California raisins
Dance to the sight
Every little symptom
Begins with your bite
While every diagnosis
Is a problematic height
And every trapped memory
Is another kind of blight,
And sycophantic rites.
I'm caught up in a struggle
Of allegoric might
Stuck between an angle
A catatonic plight
A half finished puzzle
To share for your delight
In certainty only
make it right.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Yeay! This is the new poem? I like it very much: Uncertain drops / Of anguish / Filter through the night / While waste water / Droplets / Remove any light... Every new poem is better and better. I like the lightness of the metre and of the style of this one.
This is superb! Brilliant cadence to it. HG: -) xx
confusion reigns supreme in the wee small hours looking back over what could have been but is not
the proof... you are not getting anywhere near my....... (like what you do with water though!)
From the 'uncertain drops of anguish', the words in this poem don't just flow, they cascade to expose a surge of thoughts and images that ultimately beguile. The blending of shapes, colours and confusion give this poem an abstract quality that is both vbrant and lasting. justine.
This is a very fine poem and its worthy of the writer. GW62
A really good intense read beautifully written as allways Thanks Nik
Ahh, bro...the very creatures that can make or break a man, I'm really not the one that can comment to be honest..as I'm still lost in this world waiting to be saved..but I love your magical way with expression...genius mate.. Stay strong Jon
That is actually a seriously clever piece. (Try having ex boyfriends though and then think yourself lucky. :)) t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
My kind of poem! I enjoyed it immensely. Thanks David.