Subjunctive Blues
In the one
dark room,
only the lamp,
the soft bulb.
Only the night,
the black trees
through the
black screen.
Listen.
If I could will
a thing tonight,
it would be
you.
Touch your clothes,
and in the hiss
of stillness,
hear your skin,
reach inside your shirt.
Editor’s Note: Imagery is the key to experiencing this poem. Instead of searching for a definitive meaning, let the images form in your mind and whatever emotion wells up is the truth.
Announcement: CLOSED to submissions until August 20, 2015. I will resume reading on August 20, 2015. Daily poems will resume on August 24. Thank you!
Leave a Reply