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Jar

by Kitty Ness

It is the end of the glory days.
An end of feeling intense
heat soaking into veins, and
swallowing handfuls of melatonin
to get through warm-breezed nights.
With silent gods and drugs I forgot you,
and had two summers to myself.
The last of my childhood.
Watching stars and traffic lights,
I canned thoughts of yellow afternoons
into jars.

When winter came again, it brought you.
Set you at my door, wearing a disguise.
If I could see your face it would appear
as nothing but a series of masks.
Winter wants companionship and warmth.
What I canned in the summer will
prevent me from becoming your hearth.
In the springtime you and your loneliness
will be gone. I can count on another summer
without you.

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kitty Ness

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/06/03 at 02:44 AM

We keep on living our yesterdays everyday. The associations brings back lived and relived. The images are nice.

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/25/04 at 05:14 AM

Winter wants companionship and warmth. What I canned in the summer will prevent me from becoming your hearth......beautiful....i know the feeling of this poem so well. PK

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