poetry

what do you want the reader to experience?

I can't find the soul in it.

you've lost me here.

where are we?

unfocused

anti-climactic

who are the characters?

syllables hindered the poem.

how are the characters connected?

what is the experience you take away from the poem?

doesn't flow

it could be longer

why can't i write what i just want to say?

i don't know your name anymore.

i want them to feel desperation, lonely, but okay

train whistles

dust

dusk

this cerulean wind haunts my soul like a shadow at dusk, quickly disappearing. this cerulean wind smells like landfill and faraway train whistles. full, and lonely. lost. You can hear the whistle from seven miles, and all the way it is loneliness. It runs in soft rhythms that taste sweet. turns dust to delight, wisps of lovely melancholy. This place is quiet, and the silence screams. He, the one in the cerulean wind, whom my heart smells these nights, his name means Birth. Jesus, hold this dust steady. his name means birth. he is the wind. he is the dust. i am the dust. restore us. the dust.