Repeated Inquiries

Repeated Inquiries

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The final vestiges of sunset linger,
a rough smear of rouge
across the horizon,
a bloody mist
soaking slowly into the skyline.

One can be distanced
without feeling distant,
but as the fading crimson
frames your far-off silhouette,
I feel desperately lonely. 

You are barely back-lit
by burnt-out brilliance,
a smeared smudge
on the edge of the world.
Your expression is impossible
to discern in such slight light,
but the slump in your shoulders
and the shuffle in your step
say enough. 

I start to walk towards you,
but you slip over the lip of the earth
into deep dusk. 

Shadows puddle around my ankles
as I start again in your direction,
hoping I can still find you
to make sure you are alright. 

© 2020 Ben Taylor


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This one reads almost like the description of a dream. The imagery is very rich, painting a veritable word picture of a sunset. There is the sense of a deep desire to reach the other, countered by a sense of frustration as the object of desire steadily moves into the dusk. There is no resolution in the end, but dreams can be like that. The best we can do is to try to understand what they mean.

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This is so vivid & palpable, I was sucked into the fleeting scramble of futility. I love how your imagery teeters on the edge, as if this could be the narrator actually SEEING the other person & having her disappear over the horizon . . . but then again, also sounding like he was only imagining her there & this aspect carries a hint of the narrator feeling a little crazed & hungering for another glimpse. Excellent use of the way words SOUND, as well as painting fresh intense imagery (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one reads almost like the description of a dream. The imagery is very rich, painting a veritable word picture of a sunset. There is the sense of a deep desire to reach the other, countered by a sense of frustration as the object of desire steadily moves into the dusk. There is no resolution in the end, but dreams can be like that. The best we can do is to try to understand what they mean.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Ben Taylor
Ben Taylor

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