by Kristina Woodhill
we have written
two days past
like ants scurrying,
or little cars
this electric race track,
bent on making
the perfect curve,
while you simply up swept
a gracefully executed "l"
for leaving and left
in quick succession;
stubbornly we keep prying
at the period
behind your last sentence,
praying it is a push pin
to press in much further
down our imagined
when we are more ready
your last act
Posted on 10/05/2010
Copyright © 2019 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/05/10 at 08:53 PM|
Beautiful as all kinds of hell. What else can I say?
|Posted by A. Paige White on 10/05/10 at 11:56 PM|
Gotta agree with Gabe.
"stubbornly we keep prying at the period behind your last sentence," WOW
that particularly grabs my imagination definitely in regards to writings... and could apply to a jail term for a beloved. Fantastic writing!
|Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/06/10 at 02:15 PM|
Kristina, this is really a wonderful bit of no-last-minute-reprieve declaration, sharp without being too harsh, precise without losing emotive quality, and it flows seamlessly from beginning to end. Just fantastic!
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/12/10 at 08:27 PM|
Surely "grabs the imagination"! More than writing deadline (which I think is symbolic here), ones own life experience could be well applied.
|Posted by June Labyzon on 10/29/10 at 11:03 AM|
Though it may have been about a writing deadline, I did not get that at all...for me it resonated as the deadline of ending a relationship long past it's point of renewal..at least that's where I am now, so this piece served that purpose for me....great read, Kristine
|Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/11/11 at 05:19 AM|
Beautiful. Inspiring. Captivating. cool