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In the Head
June 16, 2021
She's laughing.
This character in my head.
She's laughing,
but her eyes are cold.
I do not know her name,
nor whence she came
or where she’ll go.
She seems twice my age.
She seems an enemy posed as a friend.
I don't know why. I don't know why
she's laughing either.
Did i make a joke in this strange realm
of my creation?
Where people come and go,
like raindrops in the snow.
They melt a bit
that is instantly replaced.
I don't know. She's fading.
This character in my head.
She's fading, and her cold eyes go out.
© Brian M., Fishers, IN
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SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jun. 29 2021 at 10:19 pm
i did: another real poem.
Where people come and go
Like raindrops in the snow
They stay for mere seconds
And leave, but another one beckons
And for a moment I grasp the illusion
Of belonging- but of course it's a delusion
Raindrops trickle through your fingers
And only emptiness lingers
And the someday isn't enough
But if I pretend nobody can call my bluff
Brief belonging is all I have
And though it can't stave
The loneliness constant
I may be despondent
But I can belong in my head
The thought drops my stomach like lead
Belonging I can borrow
But I cannot hold raindrops from the snow
Where people come and go
Like raindrops in the snow
They stay for mere seconds
And leave, but another one beckons
And for a moment I grasp the illusion
Of belonging- but of course it's a delusion
Raindrops trickle through your fingers
And only emptiness lingers
And the someday isn't enough
But if I pretend nobody can call my bluff
Brief belonging is all I have
And though it can't stave
The loneliness constant
I may be despondent
But I can belong in my head
The thought drops my stomach like lead
Belonging I can borrow
But I cannot hold raindrops from the snow
SparrowSun ELITE said...
on Jun. 29 2021 at 9:55 pm
yeah. i was half asleep and trying to write fiction. i ended up with this(without line breaks.)
altho "where people come and go; like raindrops in the snow" is kinda beautiful I think I'm going to work with that and make a real poem.
altho "where people come and go; like raindrops in the snow" is kinda beautiful I think I'm going to work with that and make a real poem.
wow i found a treasure. i was looking back thru my doc where i dumped poetry bc I was ashamed of it for some reason and I found this. i trimmed off the stuff that was just not, but this was when I wanted to write but didn't have a direction and was accidentally in a poetry mood. at the time I hated poetry and was ashamed of my random poetic bursts. obviously that isn't true now since I'm putting this online for strangers to read.