So, I had an epiphany last night while reading a literary criticism of Ray Bradbury (although this isn't about him), and was able to write what I feel is a decent poem. I've never been good at poetry, so hopefully this is well received.
"You"
When I look at you
Your face
Your body
Your Beauty
My heart is torn out by your hurricane.
When I think of you
My mind wanders lush forests
In search of Greek goddesses.
And, for a moment
I'm the universe.
I'm the pulsing and throbbing.
I'm the flowing
The stuttering, the stopping.
I'm the spinning, the revolving, the rotating;
The ebbing, the crashing
The flying, the flapping
I'm the birthing, the walking, the running,
The tripping, the stumbling;
The thinking, the fantastical imagining, the processing.
I'm the Good.
I'm the Bad.
I'm the Ugly.
I'm the blowing, the gushing,
The sparking, the rolling, the moving.
I'm the floating, the rising,
The falling, the sinking.
And then
You're gone
And then
I'm me.
I'm him.
I'm them.
I'm nothing.
I'm your nothing.
Like I said, I'm not that good at poetry, so any criticism with anything would be much appreciated.
