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Alison
by V. BlakeI remember when we owned those parking lots
And streetlights, and afternoons, and sunsets
Sitting listlessly on our city benches
Waving to strangers who passed us by
And drove off into nonexistence around the corners
I remember the weight of the summer air
As we, being heroes,
Bore its weight for the sake of the world
I remember the hours that didn't melt in the heat--
The ones spent wandering around the valley
When clouds, circumstance, and uncertain futures
Were the only things taller than our mountains
I remember the hours across the river
Or the ones in the woods,
(Depending on whether or not the buses were running)
And even then
It was only when our shadows got too long for the basement
We probably couldn't even draw these time lines again
Without relying extensively upon inside jokes
Ones that, to be honest,
I'm not even sure we fully understood
But that was fine, because we liked it on the outside
Where we could float back and forth on our ocean of moments
That spanned the expanse of a recurring first kiss
That revolved with the world,
And down into ourselves,
Until the day we woke up old. 08/09/2009 Posted on 08/09/2009
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/09/09 at 10:53 PM ...a lolling, lulling, winsome memory trace, eh?...along w/ the saga, i like your poetics...reaching out and grabbing a thing or two from the world of nuts & bolts, yet, flying into where souls meet...good work. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/10/09 at 01:44 AM this piece feels so comforting. it makes me feel like there is something to look forward to. thank you so much for sharing this with us. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/10/09 at 08:40 AM I adore your use of metaphor and imagery - "ocean of moments" and "recurring first kiss" and the idea of "owning" "parking lots and afternoons and sunsets", and "our shadows getting too long for the basement", and "hours that didn't melt in the heat". It has an overall sauntering-through-life feel to it, which I love. By the way, for any pathetic members wondering, this "Alison" should not be confused with me. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 08/11/09 at 02:07 AM it's perfectly personal...it's intimate and so completely relatable...I feel like I know this (there are parts that are so familiar, it's kind of eerie)...I'm glad you shared it and that I happened upon it this evening... |
| Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/02/13 at 11:00 AM i really like the personal feel to it, as it translates to the reader beautifully, after all the inside jokes we all share in a relationship can be told through the words of another, and this trasportative piece lets us both peak into your world and reminisce into our own. |
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