{ pathetic.org }
 

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 © 2025 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.

Return to the Previous Page
 
pathetic.org
FAQ
Members
Poetry Center
Login
Signup
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)