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I Made You Apple Pie and You Opened Another Door
by Cristy M.I'm all broken up about the garden
and my extra rib
Somewhere back in the last two winks,
I said to you about Donovan
and how he'd followed me home today
I said how he'd had all the blame
In all your empathy, you answered nothing
and perfected your statement by opening a door
Donovan's Feel written around every lamppost
following me down every route home
and it must be so nice to be under Donovan's hand tonight
and it must be so nice to be the apple of Donovan's eye
I'm all broken up about the garden
and how it dried up in the sun,
how our herbs lost all their moisture
and I paint for you: I hang my head in shame,
and you paint for me your answer when you
jab your torso with your finger
poking at the missing thing I've got
I've got this thing since
I've got this useless, pointless thing
and it takes up all this space
and it's making me claustrophobic of my insides
Donovan's feel wrapping up around me
and the apple pie apology I make
when you show me your answer,
and you let me another escape.
09/22/2010 Posted on 09/22/2010
Copyright © 2024 Cristy M.
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/23/10 at 02:04 AM where oh where have you been?? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/23/10 at 12:34 PM Just awesome. Man do I love that opening line. |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 09/27/10 at 11:20 PM i love your writings mother |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/12 at 02:25 PM Great piece of writing. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/03/12 at 07:55 PM Interesting and thought provoking piece, enough, I had to Google Donovan's Feel, but what I got was Donvoan's Echo. Not sure if there's a connection. Despite the vagueness, this poem works nicely in its own unique way...I especially like the second last stanza. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/08/12 at 07:33 PM A fine and deeply insightful poem I've read more than once and still find marvelous, first line to last |
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