Author Topic: In Hiding  (Read 377 times)

Offline Archaic Torso

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In Hiding
« on: October 25, 2018, 08:21:30 AM »
I feel a closeness to the insects
that crawl between crevices
when the sun curves the horizon.
Their obsession with the spaces
between seeing.
The wax in the ear.

I long to disappear
like the tops of skyscrapers
in snowstorms,
when the night sets in early
and the world forgets its own face.
Tucked away on the top floor
so that no one would imagine
I existed-

-unless someone captured the skyline
in a focused aperture,
where the eye is drawn to their
shapeless forms,

and I crawl further into hiding.
« Last Edit: October 26, 2018, 03:14:08 PM by Archaic Torso »

Offline Mark T

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Re: In Hiding
« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2018, 01:36:04 PM »

Again, nice writing. I particularly enjoyed this image:

Why do I long to disappear
like the tops of skyscrapers
in city snowstorms,

I like S2 as a whole, as a standalone poem it works, maybe it is the poem.

Offline heartsongjt

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Re: In Hiding
« Reply #2 on: October 25, 2018, 07:19:17 PM »
I like the feel you wrote into this poem AT.        jt
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