Saturday, July 23, 2011

Your Audience

The prompt of "nighttime" from Poet's United brings me to create the following:

Somewhere between the neon lights
of your dreams of success
and the cold expanse of time,
I exist.

If I seem to blend in
with the moon and the stars
it is only because
I'm too far away to come into focus
properly.
The florescent bulbs hum your name
and the waves lap at your toes.
I applaud from my spot in the sky,
one among millions
eager for your show.

We don't even recognize
that the landscape trips us all up,
tricking me into thinking
that we are all part of the
same scene.

The tide is pulled back
away from you
towards me
and your exposed toes dry
all too quickly.

11 comments:

RNSANE said...

Wonderful poetry! I must read more of your work!

Reflections said...

Fabulous write! Been a bit since I browsed here...

chromapoesy.com said...

Somewhere between the neon lights
of your dreams of success
and the cold expanse of time,
I exist.

Excellent opening to a poem with bite. I look forward to reading your other poems.

Grå Sky Copenhagen said...

This is so beautiful, so very touching. I hear you. Many hugs wherever you are, Grå Sky

Jamie said...

Awesome. Seriously.

:)

Dana Leah said...

thanks for the follow, friend! also, "one among millions / eager for your show." how profound a thought. lovely piece. x

Lena said...

Beautiful words enhanced by the magnificent picture. Night life is very fetching.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Intriguing!

The Gooseberry Garden said...

incredible.

:)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A pleasure to read.

Raining Iguanas said...

I'm with Rosemary on this poem.

I am now headed deeper into the archives...