by Lacey Smith
and suddenly it was autumn again, the trees
shaking in the bare lengths of their hands, ground
scattered with remnants, rotten memories
I shiver, draw the coat in tighter, taking tiny steps
toward this halfway home, a place I needn't know
tomorrow I will throw off this bitter shawl and soak
down your smile like it is a word I've looked up
many times before but still stumble and I will
wait by the window for you to sweep me up
but for now I will sink into the floor until you
cannot see me anymore and even if you call
I won't hear the ringing.
Author's Note: I wrote it all at once after churning it in my head for days.
Posted on 10/11/2005
Copyright © 2020 Lacey Smith
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/28/16 at 02:25 PM|
I enjoyed all of this, the shiver, the rotten memories, the visual build-up and especially this line, "I will
wait by the window for you to sweep me up." Congrats on POTD!