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what rains on my parade.
by Meghan Helmichquit.
i'm still swimming in a brackish puddle of you,
face to one side, breathing above your edges.
i might wake up for months feeling this failure.
frayed emotions, severed and waving in my face.
it couldn't (won't allow itself to) come full circle,
just like you always come, alone with my gripping
eyes on your skin. and i never do, never quite there
or quietly sighing in forgiving fashion. 11/05/2007 Author's Note: my first afternoon scribble.
Posted on 11/05/2007
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gira Bryant on 11/05/07 at 09:16 PM Mmm. "I'm still swimming in a brackish puddle of you..." is exquisite, yet it is the last stanza that takes my breath away... and before I can quite feel it, the poem is over, just as "i never do, never quite there". Perfect. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/05/07 at 10:38 PM Excellent scribble, Meghan. Sounds like there "should" be a meeting of the minds or physically that never actually happens. Interesting way to say it.
~Chelle~ |
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