semiotic and silenced by madness

semiotic and silenced by madness
you interpret all in such a different way
in your own quiet storm unfolding
as you talk of weather and ice
sleep is not in your best interest
you dance to music only you can hear

I saw you in dog swollen cold November
a bitch bloated in the ongoing of life
waiting for a final call
I called out for a vet any vet
you roamed ahead a broken wind
with eyes runny nothing more

steepled and towered above frosty roofs
I remember a Russian that never lost
his early years to beast or bottle
representing impossible hope
with few days to reckon and embrace
hearing ice dressing the water




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-27 at 19:41

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful word combinations. I too am tempted to feel the 3 stanzas as different pieces. But maybe it's like the rosetta stone 3 descriptions of the same thing.
2015-12-03


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
winter is creeping into your writing as surely as frost covers a pane of glass.
2015-11-29



I see this as three different poems. Each stanza filled with the most vivid images! It has a power in its words, though the meaning of the poem as a whole evades me. :) I enjoy reading it.
Ashe
2015-11-28