Sometimes …


Sometimes the greedy me, needs a touch of space

So I drape my soul on an empty three seater

My rationale is a surfeit of carnal waste,

drifting in a no name train, I become the dreamer.


The persistent wallops of wheel help to enthrall,

and the caress with the iron rails has put me asleep

As thoughts flutter far beyond my conscious wall,

Into my dreams I pray hard for my soul to keep


Though my heart is mine and it cannot be bought,

Misfortune seems arbitrary in any case

And worry is that bully that offers naught,

And takes away, leaving many thoughts misplaced.


As burden clouds this already weary mind,

The unknown creeps along the shadowed silhouettes.

But why did I worry, when she didn’t mind—

if my desires came complete with sad regrets.


Her existence was that of ambient rays,

Like a childhood blanket, my soul was kept safe by her.

Sometimes it was not about the looks or the days

but how those precious life moments could still occur.


She was like heaven’s light amidst my lonely smoke,

My empathic sentiment to those precious years

Though her memory fades through walls like a specter’s cloak,

I still feel those goosebumps when her spirit nears


Her demeanor was like an old-fashioned textbook,

A patient read I could enjoy on any day

And though I was slow to comprehend her charming looks,

She was patient nonetheless, and that was just her way.


Although our connection was a wick that’s since expired,

Sometimes just her movements could bring me to my knees

then relit was that candle that burned like wildfire

And apparitions of her kept my heart at ease.


I am a conundrum in human form defined,

And my damning thoughts, they devour the ends of days

When the pantheon cracked and love was maligned

How did I persist with my ardor amidst such decay?


But then there were these moments when time permits

Moments where even dreams were more than just cognition

Moments where I reclaimed the piece my soul had missed.

Sometimes I deserve the love that I was given.


But, in a mad celebration of clear ignorance

I often wonder if and when I will forget,

Or was I destined to be tragic like Icarus,

so close to joy, then scorched by the febrile sunset.


Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

5 thoughts on “Sometimes…

  • December 7, 2017 at 5:25 PM

    Haunting memories of a love that could have been more, so close then gone. A soul traveling forth, needing comfort and drifting in the past. Very nicely penned with phrasing that stirs emotions. Well done, Paul.

  • December 7, 2017 at 7:04 PM

    A very emotive write Paul, filled with wonderful phrasing and imagery that one feels and experiences through your eloquent rendering. Great work as always my friend.

  • July 19, 2018 at 10:33 AM

    Our beautiful minds never lose those thoughts, feelings, yearnings of a love from our past. We often find them returning time after time in our sleeping state, why is this we ask ourselves. Truly they must be across the great divide, that curtain waiting to open up not only our souls to each other but the pleasant moments spent and remembered on earth. I say thank you for dreams, for without them many of us wallow in despair not ever being able to recollect times gone by and use to be’s. I’ve often had them and awoken in sadness, wishing I had remained with her forevermore. Well penned Paul, you have a longing sensitive heart and soul indeed fellow poet. Bravo.

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