lost to the floriferous of the I

lost to the floriferous of the I
to the green of the miraculous I
to the green of the summer of I

there is a lost dream hiding here
in bed with old age bending with I
holding on to promises to a child

there is no other I in this room
no other no more no less
and still the green I is the summer

I am the blue sky electrified
when I look at you
I am the I of these words

I am all you can see
the only solid wind I can be
in days of just me




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-17 at 18:00

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. I like the last line especially. The continuous reference to "I" until the final "me" makes it a very lonely piece.
2015-08-21



This one aims directly for the heart. Very strong words.
Ashe
2015-08-18