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Though
by Kathleen WilsonI am the wave's front more
in white mist day
where gulls I watched
yesterday flocked
to fantasy of someday
making symmetry of their flurry
you are the white mist day
all gull
the sound of wings
their flapping
against the others and me
everywhere
heart flapping full
words flush against sand
the distance between wings, earth
and skin hardly a breath
hardly a moment
nothing but waves
in silent rooms
in this space
the rushing
desire for what waking
a wing-tipped tremelo
just under my skin
I keep it in
for fear of disappearing. 12/21/2006 Author's Note: Published in Sage Trail, Santa Barbara, August-September, 2009
Posted on 12/21/2006
Copyright © 2026 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/24/06 at 10:13 PM So many tender, romantic lines in this poem that they all fascinate me. I can hear the wing flaps, set to the sound of a beating heart. S1 sets the tone, but you allow each reader to "watch[ed]/
yesterday flock[ed] to {their own] fantasy of someday..." And with each breath against the sand, wishes and heartbeats melt into one. This sounds similar (but not quite) to a poem I once wrote where I had this vision of being loved in my mind, yet when I opened my eyes, it disappeared. Not so with this poem - it's all real, no fantasy at all. I'd love to see this as POTD - voting for it.
~Chelle~ |
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