Sometimes

Shawn Smith- July 6, 2006

Sometimes the subject of my poetry are the ruminations resident within my own breast
Like Poe, phantoms are conjured up inside my mind
I respond to them with passionate intensity
A strange set of emotions overtakes me and I find no avenue of escape

Sometimes the subject of my poetry is you
My friend
My partner
My confidant
My love

At times you too appear to be a phantom
I reach out and touch you to see if you are real
And, alas, you are as real as the phantoms which reside within me
And once again a strange set of emotions overtakes me and I find no avenue of escape