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"And I Latched On"
by Max PhineasAnd I latched on
not for dear life
but for near-love.
I grasped at threads you trailed
and tread on your shadow
countless sunlit days.
I tried to echo your laughs
And speak to your soul
But when there was nothing left to say
I held my breath
And latched on to the oxygen
And then the vacuum between us.
And I latched on to you.
But I lost anyhow.
08/27/2009 Author's Note: I'm too tired to be writing
Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/28/09 at 01:46 PM ...not too tired yet, tho, to get this puppy out, a good pen on this one...a winsome look at love eh? latched on for near-love, too cool. we do that a lot, latch on to the near-love thingee. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/29/09 at 03:28 PM Yep, I agree with Charlie. Near love or not nature abhors a vacuum (pardon the cliche) and humans especially. What is so great is that right in the midst of it you summon up the grace to write - to create your own star - or at least your own little planet reflecting the sun for the rest of us to see. |
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