Untitled Free Verse

[psycosynthesis]

You’re dispersing

diffusing through

my fingers like

sunlight piercing

the cover

of leaves.



There’s a certain transience

To you.



You’re like cupped

Hands full of sand

Trickling, sneaking

Slipping away, grain by grain.



Falling to be gathered,

Cupped and

To trickle, sneak

And slip away again.



I don’t take your escapes personally.



It’s a quality which is

Inherent to you.

You’re simply not

Meant to be bound

By ethereal, earthly,

Metaphoric chains.



You’re an escape

Artist.

You’re like Houdini

but sans

Spectacle:



A demonstration

Of pure, unaltered

Unconstricted

Halation.

 

[IXinX]

There's a wistful resignation to longing that i can relate to in this poem. Wonder replaces the longing. The longing is a hallucination, ephemeral, a wonderful dream?

I had to look up what halation meant in the dictionary!

really enjoyed this

 

[psycosynthesis]

^Heheheh so did I (look up the word that is). It was the result of an excercise where I had to look up a random word and aim a poem at it. I quite like the results.

 

[Jabberwocky]

I enjoyed the thoughts and how you derived meaning from situation. It was a quite lovely poem. I was a little confused by the structure though. I expected to see the words reflect the poems structure but it did not. For instance, when you talk about the sand falling through your hands i thought perhaps you would have structured the poem to resemble that sentiment.



"You’re
like cupped Hands
full of sand

Trickling, sneaking

Slipping away, grain by grain."

 

[psycosynthesis]

^Cheers mate. I didn't really give much thought to the poem's structure, like line breaks etc...I just typed it out from the written version. Will keep the suggestions in mind, thanks!