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topic: caught in the wake of your redshift
by Rachelle Howei never knew that missing someone
could make you hurt this much. no,
not like this.
i'm staggering as i wash through the
waves of your sanguine lethe,
bewildered as michael rows my boat ashore...
i'm adrift, upon this solitary bone,
the water saltier than i remembered
as it invades the sunset wounds.
in the backlit sky's oblivion,
i'm caught in the wake of your redshift;
melted into the silhouette patterns
from a sunken once-was. and i am
floundering, coughing, spitting
up the names of all the old prophets, and
today, in the mirrored dusk, i'm haunted by
what we could have been.
10/10/2003 Author's Note: by the wonderful, glorious don coffman! :) record speed, i say! hehehehe.
Posted on 10/10/2003
Copyright © 2025 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 10/10/03 at 08:55 AM that was fast. you do wonders with these topic poems, i'm always amazed :) haunting. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/10/03 at 09:03 AM *whistles* A record composition time, indeed. You win the award for quickest poetry wits methinks. And you've done an excellent job with this, it's wonderful! |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/11/03 at 07:15 PM Um hi, uh, my name's Trish, and I just wanted to say that I LOVE this and every one of your poems. :D:D:D Darling this line right here "in the backlit sky's oblivion,
i'm caught in the wake of your redshift;" caught me offguard. Brilliant ;)
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| Posted by Mainon A Schwartz on 10/14/03 at 03:19 AM "spitting / up all the names of the old prophets"-- perfect and profound. I might tweak the spelling of silhouette a little, but you know my anal editing tendencies. ;-) But then, you also know I think this poem rocks-- as do you. Brava. |
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