Jar by Kitty NessIt 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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