I took a drive through the woods; an afterthought.
And the trees...
I mean the trees...
It was so...
Everything was gold.
I kissed you by a subway streetlight; so unexpected.
And your neck...
The actual touch of skin...
It was all...
Everything was gold.
I waited for the seed of a song; a moment.
And the silence...
The way it beckoned me...
It was...
Everything was gold.
Comments
jacques07 | November 26, 2009 - 09:50
I enjoyed your poem. I like the "everything was gold" refrain. It gives the poem a nice mood.
harveyjoseph | November 26, 2009 - 20:05
Thanks. I overheard the line in the pub and ran off with it, thinking, this must fit in a poem! The irony of leaves looking beautiful when they are about to snuff it, was at the heart of it being an interesting phrase I think. Like the best bit of writing is in that moment when it's about to be over.
shoe | February 20, 2010 - 12:06
like the pauses... very much,