In a place
I’ve never seen,
across an ocean
and a couple of continents,
you live among temples
and dark-eyed children
married to
an Asian queen
with warm copper skin,
a voice of porcelain bells,
and soft tiny feet
or maybe
you live alone
in an outback desert
with west winds
combing your hair,
biting your back,
refusing to let you
forget where you’ve been.
A man or a woman,
you’re a mystery to me
in a world I’ll never see
and still, mostly,
I just wonder
what you look like,
the color of your hair
if you have any.
To one born without sight
it wouldn’t matter
but because I was not
I can’t see you
when I close my eyes.
Nochipa
this is breathing in work followed by a sigh
it’s languid
at ease with feeling as your eyes look out and cross beyond the invisible
till shape takes form
the poems lines and suggestions of places are beautiful
as are the images it creates
the last two lines that turn the image inside out
are like rain drops tapping on the window pane
jack
Jack,
Thank you for your words and for “seeing”, for understanding the nature of a wandering imagination.
Nochipa
Nochipa
Ah, the power of the poet’s mind to create, to believe, to close their eyes and see what others can not. This is a good one. S3 is perhaps the only weak link, but will still work w/o a revision. Up to you.
scot
Scot,
Thank you very much!
i always wonder too, who these people are, what they really do and look like…your poem captured this thought .