be gone solitude

be gone solitude in sallow moon
pulling rainy legs in slow tide rolling
with spiders of a different day plotting
in a sorely prolonged aftermath

I am the not I folding evenings
into mediocrities and swollen egos
I am the sail into your own story
the fall out of graced focus

fooled loved and so utterly dead
a beauty in a last standing
turning wide open to tiny praise
short time stamina thrives on

tell me woman tell me
this lyrical dying
this side of being here
does it move you

she looked at me
in desperation
sighing heaving moving
with the otherness
rhythm can meet at times

slow me take me
for the short term I am
a want to have
breathing pulsating

the universe is no comfort
the no beginning no end
the multi billion
vast stellar backdrop

I am the he in last night falling
conceptually twisted
wrought in cellular stuff
breathing sighing slowly dying




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-30 at 21:05

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Sounds like you got a nice answer :)
2015-06-02


Bob
ha ha but the woman in the poem is the woman :-)
added a few verses
2015-05-30



Can't speak for your woman but it certainly moved this one:)
Such lovely writing.
2015-05-30