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for better or worse, this is the end
by Ava Bluthere were waves in our bed
there was a harshness in your kiss i hadn't felt before
there seemed to be a reason for these things,
a reason why i hadn't seen it
there was a separation between my throat and the voice that
wanted to come out,
there was an argument,
there was a tormented shadow
i washed my hands clean of us
i began planting a new garden out front
i began playing with the kids down the street
i began to see things above that didn’t really exist
i have ached to the point of no return
i have collected empty bottles for Michigan
i have sprained my wrists signing your checks
i have jars of my insides waiting on the shelf
there was a point when we didn’t have to go this far
there was an ellipse, a pause, a hyphen in-between our lines
and we missed them all, we turned away for too long
and i don’t think we can ever get back.
02/10/2010 Posted on 02/11/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/11/10 at 01:49 AM I've said it before, but I think it demands repeating. One of the things I love so much about your poem-a-day efforts are the extra poems that come out of it. The formula of writing a short piece everyday seems to inspire you towards other images, thoughts and ideas that often stand as some of your very best writing. This one is no exception. I love the form and how there seems to be a rather strict attention to it. That last stanza also deserves attention. It is absolutely breathtaking. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/10 at 01:51 AM That happens when you can't communicate and unfortunately you can talk and not communicate. Good write lady. |
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