snow on the boardwalk

Hyacinth garden

down in a tangled thought
sucking debilitation, from decadence
frenetic need of lust from languor

this morning
now that iciness
is white with a winters soul

gray skies
and snow on the boardwalk
Asbury Park is a desolate frosted midway

snowflakes melt
on your tongue and trickling into fabrication
cold winds like societies discriminations whip cross your face

misery merging in perfect orbit
cold radiance like the eternal dancing
from the full snow moon

wanting waves wait in the fog
as if napping so to keep their bleak secret
image of illusion enduring on the edge of exhaustion

winter lips whisper the seasons rhyme
echoes diminished unheard
not even considered was all the dying loneliness

melancholy seeking to hide until it just melts
where lingering eyes nullify, no one judges poetic injustice
disguising the sound that enunciates a need

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myrataal's picture

Metaphoric and layered

A bittersweet and inter-seasonal expression of yearning, stressing the marginality of a society that lost essence. And ever the lonely soul.
Thank you for requesting my friendship. Greetings from South Africa. Myra

SSmoothie's picture

This is a grand poem with a grand insight!

Wonderful! Sincerely SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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