A Poem by Jacob Isenhour

First real attempt at poetry that people will actually read. I'm not a poet.

Life's puzzle,
blatantly clear, as music
laughed behind the clarity.
To think was measurement, 
painting it's rhythm,
the chords aching,
air drying in the breeze. 
love-he thought,
the waterfall of feelings,
a destitution of instinct,
for the sake of it. 
Love, the last piece to the puzzle,
thinking aloud flowing down, 
and he stood still on the balcony,
transient times fleeting,
God's will opposing him, 
love still and breathless, 
the waterfall had cascaded 
into marvelous nothingness. 

© 2015 Jacob Isenhour

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Excellent read...for someone who is not a poet.

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Added on August 4, 2015
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Jacob Isenhour
Jacob Isenhour

Fort Collins, CO

I am a 17 year old writer from Fort Collins, Colorado. I enjoy writing short stories. My main influence is William Faulkner, but as I dig more into literature, I am sure I will find more. I have compl.. more..