fog curling
off the water makes me feel
like falling
off the world; some-
times it’s damn hard
to feel at home here,
the drips of our lonelinesses
bubbling up from a depth which,
in august, is of consequence
to no-one. the sky is as oppressive
as oblivion, a smoky mono-
chromed sheet where
the saddest lines are typed
in a cloudy times new roman
and tossed in God’s wastepaper
basket. we dream
of dragons and decembers,
snowfallen starlight, autumn’s
bittersweet gold like sun
on dappled saturday
mornings, like the flamed tendrils
of my strawberry hair
in the dark field of absence
behind your closed caramel eyes.
the tenth muse 
the alliteration of ‘dragons and decembers’ and ‘snowfallen starlight’ is just beautiful. the crispness of times new roman is instead ‘cloudy’ here, an image worth pondering. i’ve a thing for typefaces š
thanks, sagarah. with “cloudy” i was thinking more along the lines of actual clouds, the verses written across the sky…, less the characteristics of the actual typeface! š i’m more of a garamond girl, myself, anyway. š
Love the imagery and this was full of emotion, especially the last line. The whole section about the
Sorry, I hit the send button by mistake! lol…now, where was I ….oh yes, hehe…
The whole secion about typing times new roman…so creative and a wonderful way of describing these moments!
Wonderful writing š
-Eva
‘preciate it, Eva. hate it when i hit the send button too soon! thanks for finishing the thought. š
Eternal abandonment. Or is it self imposed encapsulation. Probably not from the mood and tone.
eternal longing, maybe? thanks for stopping by, Carl.
Beautiful poem. So much emotion put into it. What a way to paint mother nature a portrait with words.