i’m staring into the wrong moments,
the stars outside are no longer forming
and my back is turned away


you thought it would be easy to resolve,
easy to calm me
but the indentions on your cheeks claim something different


maybe i’m the water in the river you won’t dive into
or maybe i’m the mud along the soles of your boots


still, nothing can appease the unyielding


i was thinking tonight would be the perfect time to have a picnic,
stare into the sky
and form our own bonds


but nothing seems to bend to your unapproachable demeanor 


i’m staring into the great beyond
and nothing seems familiar


my back is no longer turned away,
but my hands still can’t hold onto
you.

04/13/2009
Posted on 04/13/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/09 at 09:41 PM
There's a great mix of weary hope and hard-won pessimism running through this. It never contradicts itself. It's simply a beautifully painted scene given weight by your honesty. The thoughts running through your mind in this are unfiltered, unedited and that includes a wonderful mix of joy and sadness. This is wonderful piece of writing.
Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/04/09 at 03:07 AM
Again, wonderfully honest: as I delve into your library, I am amazed at so many honest beautiful poems in one bunch held! I think most of yours are sure going to land up in my favourites :)
Posted by Richard Vince on 12/09/23 at 01:45 PM
A night that is simultaneously bright and oppressive. Very visual.