apathy

[spinkle]

apathy

i'd describe you
but it would be injustice
though you'd rather
i be wrong or--
preferably--
lie just within
the realm of reason
to keep things capable
to carry faith and belief.

or circum
locute you hard
er un
til thought can
not fin
ish, thou
sand frag
ments ment
ioned with
out foc
us

then back to
standard abstraction.
but i won't, because
you didn't ask
to be painted--i promised
nothing would come;
i could always be right.

i picture only
what i can never capture,
no blink or shutter
fast enough for this
transcription,
i cannot ask
Emit that glow again
come alive with wonder like when--
smile how--no it's--
doesn't--
your eyes dropped,
i can't impose the position
even in dreams
lit darkly--so not now,
in full light.

i could write our love
but i love like other people worry,
frantic and distracted:
compose anxiety while quiet--
hesitant to speak,
aware of delicacy and balance
weighing the honest
against praise. My smile
speaks for me now,
my poem is silence
and glances.


spinkle 2004

 

[Altered_Soul9]

OMG. This piece is better than the last. You're style is very distinct and unique. very very nice

 

[colicolo]

I like this, particulary the last verse.