reflecting: pt. 1 (did you ever see the moon) by Beth K HannahYou won't be in the mirror,
On the train,
Or around the corner
Anymore.
My searching and glimpses
Have ended and the
Volume keeps going lower and lower.
I use to want to go lower and lower
Along your planes and sinew,
But you talked me out of it
Far too often.
Or maybe it was guilt talking.
The two sound so much alike.
As the nightmares and snowstorms
Swept across my brow,
I was left with smudged mascera
And a feeling you never cared,
Unless I wore your favorite shirt.
I thought a cup of coffee and a bagel
Would solve the spaces and lulls
In our conversations,
I then realized we were never in the same room together,
And that the coffee was cold.
Estimations on your front porch
And swingset in the back,
Made me wish you didn't like
To go back in time to make me relive
Every touch I gave and every smile I received.
If only I could have stopped and kept away,
But I liked your eyes and "fuck me" smile,
So I stayed, and watched you brush off the paint.
11/23/2003 Author's Note: mindless chatterings i wish i never had....
Posted on 11/24/2003 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/24/03 at 03:51 AM mindless but for a spark in a creative brilliant piece of writing... blessings... |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/24/03 at 08:35 PM Mindless? This verse is very articualte and filled with memories and witty allusions to everyday situations that give the reader something to relate to as it conveys a realistic wisdom. :) |
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 11/26/03 at 05:24 PM Aww, the greatness of mindless chatter. It's very beautiful nontheless. |
|