Saturday, March 3, 2012

Beating a Dead Horse

Okay, this isn't actually about beating anything, much less a dead horse.  I meant to post these in February, but close enough.  These poems are ones that I've written about K, a person who I have mentioned on here before, and it feels like I keep beating a dead horse by talking about it.  But it's been bothering me, so here they are:  

10/29

Ships pass in the night
   
       Now, we seem to only pass
       in the dark, unseeing

Ships graze but keep moving

       We don't stop anymore or
        at least
        you don't, to say hi or
        make eye contact

Ships almost collide

       We've had so many near misses
       so many almost-conversations
       we only almost connect, now

Ships creak

      I try to signal, to initiate
      to flag you down

Ships glide

       But you keep going
       without noticing my attempts

Ships pass in the night

       And I wonder why
       we've become ships
       passing in the night


11/23

                                            Cleanse

I wash
            my fingers
now
of this sticky
                      mess
of this
            stale
                    mate
now that you
are so
           stale
                   now
I rinse
            my mind
as far
           as I
                  can reach
even though
it's not
            all
                  gone
it will never
                     really
be gone
I detox
              my diet
of texting
                   and trying
and waiting

I clean
             you
                     from
my life


2/13

Valentines is on the brain
hearts and lovers and mushy crap

Never had a Valentine on Valentines
but whatever

I didn't need one this Valentine
I'm fine right now - or so I thought

You left your house as I arrived
a simple thing - a chance encounter

And I felt a tear deep inside
that fictional heart - that cracks in the center

You were here, you haven't completely
moved away - you see your dad

You are 50 feet away
as you back your navy Civic down the drive

A rush of feeling, instead of blood,
comes pouring from my center

As you drive away

1 comment:

  1. 10/29
    I liked the imagery in this one--'ships in the night' and the re-occurrance of the ships as the description of the deterioration of the relationship continues. And the last sentence of the last stanza really pulls at the heartstrings. <3

    11/23
    I LOVE this format. Choppy, but not altogether disorganized and chaotic. It really goes well with the words "sticky mess"~ Lovely, lovely. Works well with the cleansing! I think it would be interesting if perhaps you started with chaos, and as you cleanse, the structure becomes less chaotic? Just a thought :3

    2/13
    This one is interesting because you mention Valentine's Day, though it's not necessarily about the problems between two lovers, but two friends. I like that because Valentine's Day isn't only about lovers, but just about the people who surround you and love you (or don't love you--whatever). However, the implication of "I didn't need one this Valentine
    I'm fine right now - or so I thought" wouldn't immediately have me think about a problem between two friends, but two misunderstood ex-lovers. Perhaps it was meant to be that way, but with background knowledge, it's hard to see whether or not you're talking about lovers or friends. Perhaps after some brief clarification (unless you're talking about two lovers, in which case, you can keep it the way it is), the message of your poem can really come to life :)

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