++groundzero++

the sun is always in my eyes

everything is seared into whiteness by it

half my life is spent talking

to the indistinct silhouettes of people

 

without ever really seeing anything

 

only that goddamned thing just hanging there

...burning

Reviews

[Zoe Jones]

I like this, it's interesting in it's disconnectedness. It is complete unto itself, one thought, yet with no context... it could be read so many different ways. It interests me that the sun is portrayed, most usually in poetry, as a positive thing, a giver of warmth and life... here it is represented as blinding, searing, burning, a handicap, the sunlight being something which prevents you from seeing the true reality. Or is it, perhaps, our need for the light that actually stops us from seeing? A very interesting thought and a neatly written poem. The content itself also gives the poem a somewhat gothic, vampiric aspect, I feel. Very interesting.

[The Refined Poet]

another great poem.

[Droll Prole]

swelteringly good!

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

Such a poetic soul you have!!! Yet another great work from your pen.

[Tainted Ink]

Suckerpunch!!!

[The Analog Kid]

The sun can be friend or foe. As the sun natural sun burns, a lot of artificial shadows are cast. The brevity works well and allows the reader to focus. Can be easily interpreted in many ways.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I love the inverted shadow box of perception~ the allusions to spiritual modalities boxed up on squared observations while delivering a hell of an image to stir the soul~