Thursday, 29 October 2015

Looking For You

I'm in the mood for haunting.
The places I once went.
A bench. A room. A street...
Rubbing hands together in the cold night air.
Turning the coat collar up.
Dressing all in black.

I'm in the mood for contemplating
Blazing lights from pretty windows
Up and down the boulevard.
Faces at the glass
That stare blank into the night.
Reminding me how we stare
Blankly past others
Treat them as if they were ghosts
Invisible in the wake of our own light.

I'm in the mood for pretending
I am
Rootless and forgotten.
A faint trace of something that is lacking.
Left holding the fort alone.
I want to tell you
My heart might be pure but
Do not invite me in.

I'm in the mood for wandering.
Back and forth and lost.
In the mood for wishing and a million sunlit smiles.

But the night is dark and dangerous.
There is no helpless laughter.
No joyful creasing eyes...
Where are you?
Where did you go?
Are you on the bench?  Are you at the window?
Are you blazing light?  Are you insubstantial?
Am I just looking past you?  Are you all alone?


  1. This is so haunting and so beautiful. I love reading your poems, Colleen.

    1. Thank you so much Monica. That means a lot to me.

  2. Your poems are beautiful,they always set me thinking,lead me down haunting alleys.

  3. What IS it about poetry????
    You, my friend, pen it well.


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