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Landscapes
by Bet YeldemI say goodbye too often
Without a word
Leaving pieces of my heart
Scattered across this small world
And once
You left me in a baseball field
Looking for your shadow
But I found only dust and memory
Your ghostly lips
Let forth laughter of a thousand kings
And I kneeled in awe
Of your disappearance, wanting, though
Your return to my couch
And 3 am poetry feasts
Drunk from words and vodka
Back again from other lands
We wished on stars
Yours came true
In beautiful eyes and smiles
Landscapes of love across human curves
And we tested each other
On desert crossings
Upping antes with broken glass and hot coals
And we passed
Because when we disappear too often
ItÂ’s never real
We know that scattered bits of the universe
Glisten in our eyes
When our tongues speak our own language
In which goodbye does not exist
Or when on some days
We never speak at all
Letting the movies we made play on
The soundtrack pulsing under our feet
As we walk away
walkaway
12/28/2008 Posted on 12/28/2008
Copyright © 2024 Bet Yeldem
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/28/08 at 06:09 PM Letting the movies we made play on
The soundtrack pulsing under our feet
As we walk away
walkaway"--sounds like a good way to go out. Wonderful stuff. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/28/08 at 06:30 PM i used to say good-bye too often too. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/14/10 at 02:33 AM Flesh isn't dependable. That is why we all fall in love with smokey ghosts and become addicted to goodbyes. This poem tugs at the emotions and provides a vivid backdrop to outstanding conceptualizations. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/10 at 07:28 PM Loved this. |
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