This Blue Night by Pondering Red

late nightime...tv on low...rhythmic street sounds
playful swishes of traffic
the sense of partys happening
i am swimming in fear.

so, you fled to your great escape
popcorn butter dripping down long fingers
trying to stetch long legs twisted
alone with the holograms of the screen.

frequent footsteps outside our apartments
they go to others heart breaks and pleasure
doors swing open and closed
a pendulum of hinges singing
i am sinking to the floor
scratched from the dances of time.

the tears swell...and remain suspended,
as does last nights memory
of your deep burgundy sanctuary
a silence of muted misty sounds
the fetal rhythms of your heartbeat
i wonder about regression.
keys turn in your doorway as our
loneliness sets in deeper than
this blue night
of yellow leaves.

Pamela (66.38.146.88) -- Thursday, November 14 2002, 01:46 am

Vivid
That is one of the most vivid poems I have ever read. I can actually feel myself in that setting. I relate to the first verse the most. When your sitting in an empty house or apartment all by yourself and all you can hear is life around you.
Very well written and again, very striking.

Leah (24.72.92.94) -- Monday, March 24 2003, 04:24 am

amazing
This is the second poem ive read by you and it is just so awesome to read you think the way i do lol i love the way you express what you see and everything around you i think that the leaves and blue sky and sounds really make your writing unique. i love it!!!

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