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There Were Signs
by Anita MacDid I ever come to you
saying what I Needed you to hear?
It was like a fog kidnapped
it all to the back of my mind
and what came out...
What came out was always
pure intention
with no meaning,
so far beside a point
I could never remember
that it drove us to
the cracked plaster crater
beside my head--
my face--
my bleary red-rimmed eyes.
You sauntered back to the TV.
I slid down the wall
in a heap of self-pity,
refusing to believe in
the future I had glimpsed.
A brittle dent next to the side door,
Like some lame attempt at
foreshadowing.
05/05/2008 Posted on 05/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 10/26/08 at 01:45 AM i'm not sure if i read this before or if i missed it because i do miss these things sometimes. it is awesome and so powerful. better to catch it late than never. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/05/10 at 04:15 AM Everything about this is awesome, Anita. This is the kind of stuff I will never be able to produce myself, and that I am always amazed to see from others. That second-to-last stanza is sheer genius. |
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