Hoarfrost

[billy]

the poem for me is too ambiguous. it leaves too many questions in the readers mind.
it feels like there's not enough to understand the poem. i see the title and the connection in the poem to it but the subject feels secondary.

Hoarfrost


My head is in opposition as I shuffle the dusted planks of the room. opposition to what? i do like the image of the latter part of the sentence and would suggest starting the line from "as I ..."
My coffee and I ease into cushions to let the pills apply themselves.
Eyes lightly closed against everything.

I tug them open again and discover the moment.
I spy gemstone hoarfrost on one corner of my window,
A single pane high up frames the splayed web of rainbow dust,
The sunlit frost pushing through my haze: its splendor keeping me buoyant.
I; embarrassed for unrealized accomplishments.
As concomitant to the time of life enjoyed by the frost.
It seems I have been out-performed and it’s still early.

I stretch to see when a man walks past the window.
Dark hair and glasses and a steady gait.
There’s temptation to say he came out of nowhere,
But I know that’s not possible. He has a home, one supposes.
Both origin and destination remain secrets held from me.
On this particular mission of his.
Wherever he’s headed.
I don’t know.

Waiting, am I, for the coffee to cool a bit. is it "yoda" coffee? watch out for inverted syntax
Touching the mug with the backs of my fingers I decline.
Patience, I have learned, is the only treatment for everything.