You lift your left hand
the one that traced hope onto my cheek
the one that laced my fingers into songs
the one that held my heart
sort of flutter it in the air
and a wave of
I’ll miss you
I’m sorry
I wish
I want
I…
Goodbye.
washes over me.
An anthology of us, it is enough.
I lift my right
and bid it flow
just so
somehow sign all my soul must spill
but it cramps, and falls
and too much remains
unsaid, unwritten.
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I love the way you play with sound and space. And I’m moved by your disregard of rules and boundaries.
“I wish
I want
I…”
“An anthology of us, it is enough.
I lift my right
and bid it flow”
“and too much remains
unsaid, unwritten”
Sounds like a poetry sequel is coming. 🙂
I promise to go away now; I know I’m driving you crazy stalking your blog. We have family Easter activities this afternoon, so you’ll be rid of me for hours.
Thank you, ma’am. If by “driving you crazy” you mean “validating your writing existence daily” then, um…yeah.
Happy Easter fun. Make time to write later. I’m slightly addicted to rosemary. And mint.
So cool how you’ve crafted this, the placement and words all of this unspoken, spoken perfectly! Great one, De!
You have a gift for saying so much in so few words — and even, apparently, with no words at all. 🙂 Lovely & heartfelt, De!