Monday, January 21, 2013

My mien

Sometimes I ponder you
   the stillness around you
                                your weightless bearing
                                your unfeeling mystique.

I am the balustrade
   of your dark stairways
        the parapets
   of your crumbling walls
         the turrets
    of your black fortress.

Sometimes I ponder you
    the ardour I offer you
                               my fallowed heart
                               my marooned fortune.

I am a soul marked
by yours
I am an edifice
          of your likeness.


  1. you're talented potster! sometimes i wish i have at least a tiny chunk of your gift for poetry. maybe in the future you can include brief explanations of your poems ;)