INCONTIGUOUS

INCONTIGUOUS
A.g. Synclair

I never told you about the night I died
how I left and came back without my coat
apples floated in barrels just above the trees
the dimming sky shed its winter madness
I watched you curl into yourself like a wave
in a place where assassins bear fruit
and scatter seeds where nothing grows.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

Advertisements

Posted on November 25, 2012, in A.g. Synclair, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I like this second poem from A.g. Synclair. It has a fever.

    Read his first poem here:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/2012/11/01/awaiting-resurrection/

  2. I like it, I find myself falling forward and backward simultaneously in this piece.

  3. A vibrant imagery that inwardly has an uncanny life voice and vision of calm idealistic wisdom and a storehouse of knowledgeable discernment and great skilled dissent, and an outward description with an enjambed absent self invention reflecting the sad, haunting and passionate despair of the desperate in which we become absorbed.

  4. There is a poem in every line of this poem!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: