Like the obedient mutt
I sat for hours
watching out the window
my ankles crossed, hanging
off the end of the bed
burgundy curtains drawn
back
waiting
as the hours passed
and my eyes grew tired
from staring at the sunlight
that danced across the hayfield
I suddenly realized
I always wait too long
and though perhaps
it was the insecurity crawling
beneath the surface of my skin
that caused me to doubt
all the memories and the secret
pledges of sisterhood that stomped
around in my head as I wondered
if I’d send myself packing again
I gave a slow passing nod at tradition
to never stay in one place too long
I read this shortly after you posted it and had to go think about the depth of this piece...only to find you had commented on my writing. Funny how minds think alike. I so felt this. I so sat in that room for the length of the day - only to eventually find someplace else to go... This piece is so solid for such a transitory idea. I just so felt this as I remembered all the times I had to pick up and move from one part of the world to another and just felt like you were the one writing my journey. Amazing! Wonderful! Thank you for posting this... Thank you! ~N
S2 particularly impressed itself upon me -- the implicit contrast between energy/activity and stagnation/passivity encapsulated in eyes bereft of light. Hope that makes sense :>)
A well developed idea with structure applied makes for good poetry here.
...olivia, loved the dog in it w/ you...a cute/real perspective, and the description of you sitting on the edge of the bed...musing about the day, the minute, the hours, this life, etc. too cool, sorta sad/happy lil' drama.
