A New Place

Sculpted in foreign sediments

With a scent like

Paprika and violet and thyme

He is poetry.

And he lets his limbs hang

in the most elegant way

swaying across the world

in clouds of Arabian sand

melting here.

To stay

In my vision.

I wander, out of the corner of my eye

Far

Far

Far

Deep, into the sweet somewhere he has given thee

And without his knowledge

I strive for civilization

In this

Deep

Salty

Sea.

I strive for him to notice

Me.

Author's Note

This is personification poem and i would like to hear what people think its trully about.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I truly think, you write in a mysterious gifted way. The poem is written in a way as if you are trying to tell us a secret message of events from the future. I really liked it, will definitely read it several times. Congratulations very good work.

[Cate Mcgowan]

wow, i never even thought of that! thank you for this new outlook and i am thrilled you enjoyed my poem.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. I think this is one of your best. Perfect...:)

[Wolfwind]

Well, if I really let my mind go where it will with this. I kinda get the image of a fish looking up at a weeping willow and would very much like the bug thats on the branch, lit with the sun, to come on closer so that it could be eaten.
But... that's my imagination in control there...

In more reality, I'd say that it's about the tears one feels when the good looking foreigner doesn't notice the cute girl. Just my guess there. lol

Nice ink you've crafted here, certainly makes a mind wander.

Aaron

[Cate Mcgowan]

wow i love your take on this poem! you just made me see my own story in a different light! i was hoping to make the mind wander and im very glad it affected you in such away. wouldnt it be easy if it were about the good looking foreigner and fatal attraction. its a little personal maybe. thank you for your input, its well appreciated.