Luminaria

Distance and Strangers

What kept you still
in the dead
of night?

The trees

rustle
outside of your

window

As the Moon

hangs,
an invisible rope,
around his invisible

neck

The look,

plastered on his face,
indifferent,

 

as always..

There's powder
on the floor

Slipped

through your hands,
that lovely dust,
the color

Of rust

Sleep won't come
tonight

Won't cast it's shadow on
Emptied eyes

"How are you doing?"

Quite well, quite well

But the corners of this room
are folding in..

Author's Note

One night, and a thousand days

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I'm not sure if I am reading this right, but I have two main interpretations. A.) That a person has decided to go through with suicide and B.) That a person has gone on a long journey because he feels trapped in his current space.

I get the idea of suicide by hanging by your moon imagery and the indifference of the person you write about. This poem is haunting, like a night terror.

[Melody Telleria]

This is eerily beautiful and disturbing. I'm very intruiged by this type of poetry, how it weaves around you with catch phrases and imagery. I like how you allude towards someone who has lost all feeling and humanity and just wants to be boxed in for good. Almost as if the realization of his/her mind lost forever has become apparent and that can never be repaired.

[Alessander]

But the corners of this room
are folding in..

Nice. I see you're a luna-tic (wink wink)

[Moonflower]

Thanks for noticing. ^_^

[Lovely Lady]

Oooooo, that just invoked dead memories. Spooky for me, but I am sure each who reads this will have there own analogies to align with this piece... Love it as always.
I look fwd to more of your writings.
~lovely♥lady~

[Coyote Poetry]

I missed your poetry. Good to read your words and thoughts. I like the poem. Create a vision of a room becoming smaller with the desire and the memory. I like the ending to the excellent poetry. Thank you.
Coyote