Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Chill

The feeling you had left behind
walked the streets a while.
Beneath the halfway-faded lights,
I ambled by its side.

I still saw your life within
as your spirit came to our home.
It wiped its shoes on the outside steps
while an evening breeze blew by.

Raindrops tumbled from the roof
and burst softly at your feet.
But a ghostly chill wrapped around my hands
and reminded me you weren't there.

I wondered why you couldn't be there.

3 comments:

  1. James, great poem loved, "The feeling you had left behind
    walked the streets a while.
    Beneath the halfway-faded lights,
    I ambled by its side." your diction "ambled," "faded," helps to create an image of total aloneness. great job

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  2. I think my favorite part of this poem is when you describe the "ghostly chill." It's interesting to think of what would be put in someone's hand as a replacement of another's hand, if that makes any sense whatsoever.

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