This is my 3 of 3 poem
How to Disappear
You had been swinging restlessly
between the appearance of spontaneity
and the appearance of serious thought.
You had been changing lanes
after a glance
in a mirror honest about
its tendency to distort.
What choice did you have?
It was soothing to watch
wisps of smoke
from a nearby chimney
disappearing
one by one.
Do you like pulses,
ridges, ripples
stretching into obscurity?
Would you prefer a flicker
to a steady light source?
This one stutters
slightly,
hesitant,
as if it could hold something
in reserve.
Hi Zac,
ReplyDeleteI really like some of the words and decriptions in your poem.
Maybe you could add a description about why you chose this poem.