December 13, 2007

  • MORE poetic therapy...

     

     

    I guess when I start writing again, I really start writing.  Make that 5 pieces (not all good..or even close) in a week.  Not too bad.
    I wasn't going to post this...because it's pretty personal.  But I posted it at a poetry site I am a member of...and it got REALLY good feedback.  So maybe it's just that I thought it kinda sucked.  But whatever.

     

    The Magnitude of Nostalgia

    I asked her to remember me, in the way that
    A favorite song would bring back the soft bite of nostalgia

    I could see the pain in her half moon eyes
    But could not discover the origins
    (A cripple of heart, cannot read its own reflection)
    I begged her not to turn, but to face, head on
    The storm careening its way
    Into our ever fading horizon
    Reminding her, how she opened to me once
    Before packing her smile and sealing
    Our fate

    And in those moments spread
    I graffiti’d her silhouette
    With works of love,
    And placed marks upon
    The stretches of skin I coveted most
    Branding her, in contour and crevice
    Something deeper than the darkness
    I tasted

    And in the morning, after I had
    Grown tired of pushing down the sun,
    She placed her thread bare fingers upon
    The petal of my lips
    And whispered how my love
    Was too much for her
    Bitter heart to bear

    “See” she said “I have always loved
    That you are a poet, but soon
    You will write me beautiful, and gone.
    And I hope you can scribe
    Of the ache you feel, when our
    Bodies no longer carve the valleys of this bed.
    Or how it will resonate, when you reach for a
    Memory in the middle of the night, only to
    Find a shadow of my scent in its place”

    I shook my head as the wind blew
    Her sorrow with the gale of its force,
    Until I found myself alone
    With parchment and ink
    Unable to speak of the way
    She moved my entire existence
    With the magnitude of her exit

    I asked her to remember me, in the way
    One remembers the feel of waning arch,
    Against the waxing crave
    Of what once was

     

     

    And i'm off to our company Christmas Party.  Yay. (not really)  Hope everyone is doing well!

     

    xo

    Jen

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