Desinging a new breed of poetry

Ok, I have a new idea for a poem; I realize that I haven't been putting out any poems right now but I am just in a crazy writers block right now. I haven't even finished a good chapter for my book in quite some time. But....here it is.


I am thinking about using a word recognition pattern in the poem and writing it about the human subconscious.

A little confused? Let me explain.

well actually I can't...... just stay tuned and you will see.

but I will give you one of my older poems for your reading pleasure!

The lighthouse and how you became it.

I had a dream that I was at your wedding.

It was on a small rocky island, with a gorgeous lighthouse;

A beautiful display of Architecture, so beautiful.

There was a single thin ribbon of land, thin yet strong.

That was the only way for me to get to you, the lighthouse was so isolated.

The festivities would have been marked as the greatest of all time.

Doves and Does, Purple and Poises, Roses and Reality.

People flocked from lands untold to view the festivities at the lighthouse.

Garbed in splendid banners of white and pearls, so beautiful

Nothing Old, Nothing New, Nothing Borrowed, Never Blue.

Just how it is supposed to be.

I cry when you walk, because I know you can’t come back.

I don’t want you to see me, I know you won’t understand.

The bridge crumbles and leaves me alone on the island.

Without a Lighthouse for me to ever gaze upon again

I sit, with my secret held close.

I can’t taste sweetness or feel the sun.

Nature has lost its beauty and the wind never visits me anymore.

Yet I can still picture the Lighthouse where I lost you.

It was such a perfect lighthouse; I have never seen one like it.

So beautiful, and what am I?

**Dedicated to Lindsay Rosenfeld**