Look at the moon
skirting the window,
what's he looking for?
A glimpse of you perhaps
remembering
the times you used to walk these
hallways naked
or sit at this window
in only a robe.
How he used to attend on you
like a forgotten star
of the the silver screen
long vanished
from a thousand exposures.
Still he appears here dutifully,
projecting his light into
every room
turning everyday objects
beautiful with his touch.
thank you all.. it came out a bit clunky but i'm glad you got something from it.
Stunning words here...............
"you used to walk these
hallways naked
or sit at this window
in only a robe.
How he used to attend on you"
Magic distilled in words Tom. The languid picture you seem to portray is instinctive and lovely. I find the lines "long vanished from a thousand exposures" reminding me of an old film negative as you look up to the light seeing just shadows.
Ray
so good tom, as usual. these scenes you paint with words are beautiful and familiar. the way you mix realism with slight tinges of regret and sorrow is quite excellent.
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Tue 5th Sep 2017 08:52
once again, and at the risk of repeating myself, I have to say your poems often take me back to a time and place, often in my youth when I was discovering so much about life, people, the world around me. I am now sitting in a particular bedroom in Brighton remembering a past love. Thanks Tom, but best not linger there too long!
Col.