A Poem by Jordan A. Wilson

The eggshells on which I tread are as

White as the smile that haunts me.

An array of ribbons flutter through the

Caverns of my mind.

Each with their own identity, their own


Entranced I am as these vandals tag

Her soothing visage on the empty walls

And train cars of my subconscious mind.

© 2012 Jordan A. Wilson

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This is great, I like the casual odd tone of associations.

the first 4 lines are good in particular.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Missing someone and seeing her face perhaps? Very cool images - train cars of my subconscious mind. I'd consider leaving out 'mind' as you say it a few lines before. I think this is one of your better ones. It has a freshness about it that taps my rusty old heart :P

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on July 5, 2012
Last Updated on July 5, 2012


Jordan A. Wilson
Jordan A. Wilson

Carrollton, KY

I'm a 22 year old Entrepreneurship Student of Northern Kentucky University from the small town of Carrollton, Ky. I play guitar and began writing poetry as a hobby four years ago. My main goals in wri.. more..