Out There

by Cooper   May 29, 2008


Do you ever wonder
do you ever dream?
Do you ever wander,
do you ever believe?
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Out there,
where
the apparition of hands can not grasp
moonlight and it's sisters,
out there
beyond solitude and despair
greed and generosity,
are garbage corpses swirling empires of my imagination.

Whispers do pull at the strings
my strings,
tiny things...
that try to strangle my own bare feet
that crumple leaves of fading souls.

Out there
in blackness and dreamless faces
in frigid want and aimless wandering,
a moon walks on a man
footprints on his skull
to only be brushed away by a hundred fingers...

Out there,
somewhere,
in the tunes of the cosmos song
sung by angels with gnarled harps,
out there, somewhere
in backwards clocks that aren't really wrong,
I know that I belong.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Renee

    I liked this poem alot

  • 15 years ago

    by Nix

    -Out there,
    where
    the apparition of hands can not grasp
    moonlight and it's sisters,
    out there
    beyond solitude and despair
    greed and generosity,
    are garbage corpses swirling empires of my imagination.-

    ^Wow! This stanza is fantastic! I must once again tell you your talent is so rare and simply priceless! You blown my mind with this lines too, and especially in the last line, that was a powerful image, very vivid too!
    Though in the last line of this stanza, if you want to follow the rule for commas, you need to put one before word -swirling- (apposition) but anyway that is excellent part.

    - Whispers do pull at the strings
    my strings,
    tiny things...
    that try to strange my own bare feet
    that crumple leaves of fading souls.-

    ^I don't understand why you used word -at- in first line, but that is personal impression.
    I am in awe with whole stanza, with each line it honestly becomes more and more brilliant.

    -Out there
    in blackness and dreamless faces
    in frigid want and aimless wandering,
    a moon walks on a man
    footprints on his skull
    to only be brushed away by a hundred fingers...-

    ^Wow! I am speechless with this part, such strong emotions are in it and I think that it is my favorite stanza. In fourth line you one such simple way said very deep thought so that absolutely fascinated me. And last two lines... Mind blowing!

    -Out there,
    somewhere,
    in the tunes of the cosmos song
    sung by angels with gnarled harps,
    out there, somewhere
    in backwards clocks that aren't really wrong,
    I know that I belong. -

    ^Well I must say ending is beautiful, through the whole piece there are flashes of solitude so ending came even more amazing. Also line before ending line is great. And you have interesting rhymes here so rhythm of poem is original.

    Overall I enjoyed, a lot, so thanks for sharing your impressive work.