by Rachel Bennett
Spending gray months apart,
We drifted along paths not quite parallel.
Sitting in the back rows of lecture halls,
We gazed unfazed at the glazed numbness.
Uncertain of the prospects,
We forewent all color; until
Bleary-eyed and blushing,
We gave in.
Light exploded all around!
Enough color for weeks of gray
In an isolated day.
Eagerly, you leaned in for a kiss,
And the distance of colors contained
in that inch
was too much to bear.
Author's Note: This one is close to my heart.
Posted on 10/31/2009
Copyright © 2021 Rachel Bennett
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/01/09 at 03:50 AM|
... wonderful..... welcome to Pathetic.....
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/07/09 at 04:23 AM|
The beauty of color space and time combine in this poem alive in the inch of kiss. The concept of kissable space is original and has an intensity that really condenses and highlights color and distance in unison experience. I love the almost unbearable ending...
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/13 at 02:46 PM|
There is a palpable tension created here that I really enjoy, the role of color is quite remarkable. Thanks for this.