The View of Her Eyes

The view of her eyes,
more distant than he longs for,
with miles (emotional and physical)
lying between them, set in stone.
He second guesses what he feels,
til love to him is a thing of fiction
(fully expressed, but never felt),
as he stands on the edge of shadows
between the realized, and unrequited.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Death Valley Rainstorm

I got dry,
as I got wet.

James E. Roethlein ©2013

The Dating Life of the Insane

If I like her,
I will ask her,
and she, will tell me no.
Rinse
Dry
Repeat.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2020

This Dark Well Soul

This dark well soul,
depleted,
desert dry,
having nothing to write of,
and nowhere to write from.
The world moves on,
as his pen sets, silent, and still,
waiting, for another poem,
waiting, for another poet,
to admire, and then forget.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

He Called Her; Beautiful

He called her;
Beautiful,
and silence stared.
He called her;
Beautiful,
and silence spoke.
He called her;
Beautiful,
never again.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

A Hermit in the Middle of Manhattan

Silent
for thirty years,
speaking when spoken to,
dying, no one ever came to
his grave.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

A Pursuit of Freedom

A pursuit of freedom,
based on blurring lines
of gender identity
and other things to follow.
The profane is now the norm,
and we advance, we advance,
celebrating the frog
in its slow boil death,
as we seek to destroy
any who warn against it.

Where, will it end?

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021