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you can’t write about love unless you’re in it
by Ava Blui’ve always been great at floating in the pool
for hours i can submerge all of my body and keep my head above with no problems
i like to watch the clouds move
i can’t hear the gossip around me
while my family discusses the things happening in their church
i close my eyes and i am swimming in a vacuum
never too tight to feel alive
you’re three thousand miles of sand mixed with tears waiting for the lightening to
turn you into glass
i watch you through my telescope
i hear you in my conch shell
you are the rolling waves when the sun is rising
and the salt in the air is welcoming
you have a warm belly
you roll around between white furniture
and you make a list for everything
i keep images in my head from books
i have long forgotten
i see them like faces,
the pictures speaking to me
and holding my hand while i walk along a new path
i think about us
rolling down a hill of snow
i see you wrapping a scarf around my neck
as i peek from behind the hair that has fallen in my face
you will not wipe the strands away
for you know how much i enjoy hiding
there’s nothing new there to see
you have a map of me tucked into your heart
i could fall down right now
and never hit the bottom.
09/19/2010 Author's Note: who says you can't?
Posted on 09/19/2010
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 09/20/10 at 01:35 AM Simple and elegant. I really like this one Ava. Interesting too how you change imaging from one place to another with the use of the setting mixed with memories. I love finding myself floating in a pool only to roll down a hill of snow... this may be a favorite. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 09/20/10 at 05:11 AM great imagery and kinda hits home...i love the scenes and I, too, like to float with my ears under the water...the silence is appreciated, like I do this poem...thank you for sharing...~JPP |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/20/10 at 11:13 PM when my ears are submerged, i like to listen to myself breathe. and if it's warm & sunny, i like to close my eyes - feel the heat on my face. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/30/11 at 01:04 AM Ava lightning may strike when in love, but it also does for other passions. I love the title - and I guess I'm an example of that. The images you paint in your poem are vivid and allow others to take their own trip into their past realities. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 02/02/13 at 04:50 PM deft write, you express so much in so little, well done. |
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