I'm having a hard time sleeping, and that always means...
Poetry-posting time!
This one is a little different. I can explain it if someone wants me to.
Invisible Taciturn
© 2001
Sleepless dreaming,
In a land of floating marquees,
An invisible taciturn appears:
His unheard words freeze
Strangely on a screen.
Black and white phrasing;
Hypnotized, I seek
Perfect self-definition:
That teasing oblique-
An artful dodger.
Heard, and ignored,
Elusive unseen,
And as the lighting fades,
Surface reflections glean:
Nothing of insight.
Misunderstood,
The connection weak;
Two hearts pounding faintly:
An interest-pique,
Far distanced.
"Hey, invisible taciturn,
Tell me your name,
And I will sing songs for you."
But in silent shame,
She slipped quietly away-
The connection long ago
Broken.
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