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Like the Tide Rushing Out, Finally, with Force

by Megan Guimbellot

If I could I would paint you in bold metallics
Against a cloudy night sky.
I would write you poetry on Post-It notes until your whole life was bright yellow and sticky and I would write more on dandelions and blow them all your way.
It’s always been bad timing
And distance and space and longing and questions/hints/reachingout/pullingback/waitingwaiting, wait..
Nothing that could ever come of anything.

If I could I would stand up on my soapbox and clumsily spill out all the things I’ve ever wanted to say. And I’m sure it wouldn’t be eloquent like I imagined and the strangers passing by would probably stare in confusion because I talk much too fast with my Southern accent and no one can understand what I’m saying.
If I could, I would say it slow.

But I can’t and I don’t know why.

07/22/2010

Author's Note: You go first.

Posted on 07/22/2010
Copyright © 2021 Megan Guimbellot

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/10 at 07:56 PM

I think you nailed it. Well done.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 07/22/10 at 11:38 PM

... excellent.....

Posted by Tom Goss on 07/24/10 at 03:45 PM

Beautifully splashed upon the canvas, love the vibrancy and motion of your words.

Posted by V. Blake on 07/26/10 at 08:53 PM

I'm damn impressed once again. Your poems are like awesome indie movies.

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