Love and the Doppler Effect
by Lacy D Phillips
I fold my arms across my chest
as if to block your access to my heart.
We are past the point of a comfort foods cure,
beyond where quantities of beer and bare skin
can block remembrance.
We have begun the long commute
from intimacy back to acquaintanceship,
and for the first time I can see
the shift in frequency that growing distance brings.
Like the Doppler Effect between two souls.
The ragdoll inside me falls,
lies heaped in my windpipe,
mercifully stoppers my outcry
that there is no justice in love.
Author's Note: I'll likely do away with the ragdoll stanza. It is its own work entirely. I just haven't had the heart to write it, yet. As for The Doppler Effect, proper, it was a marriage of some of my very favorite homeless lines that drifted around my notebook (and my forebrain) for ages before finding their rightful place. I rather like this piece.
Posted on 11/05/2007
Copyright © 2022 Lacy D Phillips
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/07/07 at 04:14 AM|
Very nice. I like the anger in this, but I really like that it never goes too far in that direction. It holds back just enough to be really effective.
|Posted by William Brunk on 09/11/09 at 11:11 PM|
so true..things i have always felt and are now voiced. -gorgeously written thoughts
|Posted by Laurie Blum on 06/21/10 at 03:57 AM|
What a wonderful POTD! This touched me deeply. Great writing.