Staring into Quicksand

by Neil Chatterton

Walks alone
Collar pulled up
Warding off
The elements
Or maybe
The World.
Dark eyes
Peer
Occasionally
Catching another’s
Not waiting though
For recognition
Or any
Hope.

Casual observers
May discern
something
anything
nothing
Does there lurk
A noteworthy existence
Or just a body
Following orders?

Amiable guest
sometimes
Gracious host
other times
Humble to a fault
Remains somewhat aloof
Yet on the tip
Of tongues
In every room
Whenever and
Wherever
Conversation
Manifests.

Anonymity
relished
embraced and
loved
A marriage of sorts
No disagreements
sulking in darkness
pining for emotion
wanting to feel
Abundant compromise
laughter
happiness
Co-exist together
Perfect lovers
To the
End.

©Neil Chatterton 2012

2 thoughts on “Staring into Quicksand by Neil Chatterton

  1. I can’t imagine anything more hopeless than staring into quicksand; that is such a desolate image. I love the title and the way one must question is that hopelessness what society sees when looking at someone they have labeled useless or is it what an alienated and ignored human being sees when looking at society? There is no reflection; no recognition in the two. Though every element in this poem is stuck without a branch to grab onto and change the vista. I can just feel the salvation that may be possible if the gaze at the quicksand could be torn away. Love the title and poem! One gets the sense the poet has an insight lacking in others; maybe he will break the stare and the hopelessness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~Wonderful!~~~~~~~~~


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