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for my rarah
by Rachelle Howeit feels like years
since we last spoke.
i've been aching for you,
wondering what land
you've been swept to.
are the tears dry,
do they stain and swell?
i've painted along
the china cracks, filled
them in the paste with
regrets and withholdings.
they hang around my neck,
corpses with yellow eyes
and rotted fangs;
cling to my back
with nails and scars.
the world, it hides in shadow
it rotates on a broken limb
only offering the truth and
teaching mortals to love and hold.
to hold and love.
and i miss you still. 03/01/2004 Author's Note: fact: i miss you, so much. fiction: this is worth posting. fact: i've had six hours of sleep and had to write. something. anything. and who better than you?
Posted on 03/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 03/01/04 at 01:21 PM It resonates differently to your other pieces but it is beautiful nonetheless. I don't think you could put pen to paper (fingers to keys) and create anything less than magnificence. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 03/04/04 at 04:19 PM "are the tears dry, do they stain and swell?" i love that line and i love this poem...and i hate that it's been so long since i've read you...i miss it...
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