But a Spark by Alison McKenzieIt isnt casual,
Though uncalculated words cloak
Our naked forms underneath;
And prickled flesh of repose
Delivers anticipations nectar
Nonetheless.
Thousands of uncharted miles
Mark the chasm of years between,
And unintentioned circumstance.
Life separating us from living,
The boundaries of birth and death
And all that transpires throughout.
Where were you 27 years ago
At the launching of my maiden voyage?
You were but a spark in the dust
Of another dreamers initiation.
And I missed you then.
And you missed me.
And I dont know if the bridge
Can be completed,
Antagonistic antipathy of
Destiny gone awry.
Though we laugh and exchange
The surprising gifts of conversation
It isnt casual at all.
11/03/2007 Author's Note: Barbara's suggestion taken. :-)
Posted on 11/03/2007 Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gira Bryant on 11/03/07 at 07:02 PM I really love this, Alison. |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/22/09 at 01:36 PM I love the line "Destny gone awry"This piece has ALL the elements a poem should have. Interesting read and excellent work! |
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