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Remember
by Michelle FloydI watch his shadow play triumphant on the concrete
and the way his legs fill his jeans
torn at his boots
warm Winter days and his sunglasses
sun-shafts break grace through the tendrils of hair
Jacket held over his arm
Humanity broken across his taut skin
And I remember
The days when I said life wasn't about this
The encumbrance of his youth
and knowing the poetry on his bedroom floor
white desks carved with playful wisdom
intermingling with heat
the way he broke grammar around in a fury
against his jaw
Left eye-brow raised and
The days where the sun pushed his shadow
Into mine.
The days when I said life wasn't about this
But not today 01/26/2005 Author's Note: Penned in 2002. I think my writing has shifted since then.
Posted on 01/27/2005
Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 02/03/05 at 05:03 AM This is a delicate piece that dances around the page dropping innuendo and lingering memories alike. I love the interplay you've stolen from the shadow. Very foxy!
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/06/08 at 03:18 PM I think JD's use of the word "delicate" describes this very well. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/07/08 at 01:50 AM I love the interplay of shadows and the wordflow of it all. Congratulations on POTD!...m.a |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 11/07/08 at 11:37 PM ...krush...I loved "the way he broke grammar around in a fury against his jaw Left eye-brow raised and The days where the sun pushed his shadow Into mine." I knew this guy 30 years ago, and now I know he incarnated into your words...nice seeing him again without all the agro!...very, very tight...lk |
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