Poem : Filament Dreams

• LazerLordz

  9 Jul 04, 22:02

  Filament Dreams
  
  And even if I see
  the bright blinding bulb
  that lights up your hovel;
  should I hide
  behind your apron strings
  that tie themselves
  in gordian knots,
  tunneling through my knitted
  heart..
  Why do you confuse me so?
  
  It was a lovely monday
  when I first saw you
  Irish and sweet.
  The air must have been
  such a blessing
  for I raised my indolent eyes
  and cast my eyes
  all-wondrous
  at your simple gait.
  
  Months might have galloped
  like an Ethiopian
  doing his daily task,
  scuffing his heels in the harsh
  sands..
  sands that i would gladly walk on
  just to reach your seat of power.
  
  And when i reached the finish line
  you were there
  and I saw you smile
  like a cute athlete who
  suddenly learnt that
  dimples...were the best thing
  that God hath wrought.
  
  We took that ticker tape
  and it was our ring
  the knot that bound
  us in pain, misery
  and salient joy.
  Wind in my face
  sunlight in your eyes
  just two birds in the auburn sky.
  
  Even when i flew the coop
  and left the nest
  you kept me alive
  my 24-hour call center
  my soul's chicken soup
  you were.
  
  But one stormy day
  the hail finally fell
  and i was succulent picking
  for the Gods of Irony
  the chill still feeds on me today
  as my every fibre
  recalls when your words
  once a elixir, now
  a thorn so sharp
  and true.
  
  Now you appear
  as a wraith
  sometimes here
  other times like the
  lost origin of chainmails
  and when i recall ..
  all those days in the sun
  now the shadow have moved in
  and leaving me in downtime,
  one hovel and a naked bulb.
• DeadPoet

  14 Jul 04, 23:45

  This is an excellent write; I especially liked the way you twisted the poem at the last two stanzas.
  
  (Actually, the first stanza has indirectly hint to the readers that it may not be a fairy tale love poem after all)