Comment Box Poem #1

at last frost is only an echo,
where a hoary hand
once brushed tombstones
and pinched buds, jasmine
now crosses the yard

darkness disperses
as God’s curtain parts
a scurrying of shadows
revealing the light
where reflections shine

but too far.
God’s hand retreats
leaving the vacuity of heavens
exposed for deserted souls to

regret’s futility compared
to constellations constant

caught in a child’s hand,
the whirl of a catseye
tumbling into the drain
winking out
in the black.

it was always going to end
like this
blacked out
vomit and piss


Thanks to everyone who jumped in to the first comment box poem! After a long delay (sorry) here’s the text, though it doesn’t read as smoothly as it could with the links where I’ve put them, I’ll try and adjust it soon.

Submit to a Comment Box Poem!

I’VE just had a thought, and though I’m sure it’s been done many times before, I wanted to throw open something that should be fun (as I’m currently working on something similar and I’m having a great time).

SO if you feel like jumping in to this Comment Box Poem, just post in response below! All you really have to do is read what the poet before you has written and see where it takes you!