Homesick tourist

by Faceless Mirror   Jan 21, 2007


An compound mixture, reds, blues, blacks
and even whites, that lie in a past city, dead,
a place no further to walk,
somewhere I can think, a place for my head.

Is this a dream or is it real, a future unknown,
unmade and hidden, written in between lines.
I see fragments of unwritten words in the ceiling, my eyes open.
Something unusual and disturbing, the prophets last signs.

I wake up from my unmade bed and go over to the window.
It's early afternoon and I stare outside
waiting for something to happen, just to comfort me,
maybe the contour of a known world that hasn't died.

The warm flatness of the city amuses me, so flat, so flat.
A kind, melancholy feeling that stretches out
in a far, but rather near, distance.
Beyond the distance I see the sun on the sky, Oh, I just want to shout.

A semi-darkness has begun to arrive outside
longing to reach me, impatient and strong.
I pull down the blinds and pack my bags in hope,
a hope so lost, well, I now realize, this is where I belong.

© Kenneth Gjøse (Faceless Mirror)

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  • 10 years ago

    by Marjan

    My favorite lines were these :

    It's early afternoon and I stare outside
    waiting for something to happen, just to comfort me,
    maybe the contour of a known world that hasn't died.

    I liked the way you had expressed your thoughts here :) thank you!
    Marjan

  • 10 years ago

    by Nelle

    Well. I liked your usage of words, and the story behind this was brilliant. I haven't really seen a poem like this before. Some parts I understood, and well some parts I didn't. All around it was a great poem though!

  • 10 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    You have a compelling way with words. You just carry the reader along effortlessly and I want to read more...
    I feel useless as I have no critisism to give, and I always give some suggestions...so...my suggestion is keep writing. I'm adding you to my favs, glad you chose to read my poem!

  • 10 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I liked this one, the first 2 stanza's some lines seemed too long, and when i read this stanza, I knew I loved it

    A semi-darkness has begun to arrive outside
    longing to reach me, impatient and strong.
    I pull down the blinds and pack my bags in hope,
    a hope so lost, well, I now realize, this is where I belong.

    you have talent,
    well done
    xxxxx

  • 10 years ago

    by Pure Silence

    XD

    Kenneth you make me a very very very happy girl!

    I loved this poem before and I love it even more now I saw the title and screamed with delight haha

    Your style is astounded and your words a wonderfuly strung together.

    I hate you haha I demand you write a cr-ppy poem xD

    I miss you and love you lots and lots.
    Darling.

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