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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Here Comes The Month

Here comes the month
down a narrow aisle
my eyes only half-look
because if they allowed the entirety of the vision
they may never watch anything else

I never thought I'd see a ghost march,
until now--
if you haven't, I'll explain how--
the movement is something like a missed beat
it walks in places we skip
the eerie hum of the piano deepens with each slow blink
the notes press themselves into me
almost like the player is sitting on my chest

The music compels the stillness into a moving confession:
I don't remember you everyday
because my mind is not the place you left
when you went away
and one can only recall something once forgotten
But if remembering could trace you back to life
I would force myself to forget every night
in each of the rooms you never entered
in all of the dreams you never visited

And I ask for no moment of silence
because your laughter is like fairy dust
you sprinkled it into my life
and it stays with me
even after all of the fearful shaking
even after relenting to sad exhaustion
 under clouds breaking...
Your happiness is still glitter on my mind
I hear it, and I know you're okay
So I know it's okay, for me to be okay, too.




14 comments:

  1. Your happiness is still glitter on my mind
    I hear it, and I know you're okay
    So I know it's okay, for me to be okay, too.


    This is my favorite piece. Your poetry is lovely :)

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  2. This is wonderful writing. Poignant, from the depths, the stuff of real life. POETRY with all caps!

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  3. wow...very nice...a moving confession...laughter like fairy dust sprinkled into your life, very cool, and happiness as the glitter of th mind...very cool phrasing and evocative....

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  4. I like the missed beat, the music compelling to a moving confession ~ I feel the sad exhaustion but also the acceptance of things as they are ~

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  5. You have captured all that is fleeting in relationships with your careful imagery, the ghost march, the glitter, the breaking cloud.

    And how painful and authentic are these lines:

    The music compels the stillness into a moving confession:
    I don't remember you everyday

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  6. Such a poignant write, filled with sadness and meaning. Lovely!

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  7. A very emotionally stirring piece, written so beautifully.

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  8. i can relate to some of the lines in the poem.
    so poignant and heart-felt. lovely piece of work. :)

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  9. Wonderfully written. I too especially like the last verse. There is indeed both a sadness and a joy in the memories of relationships.

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  10. Beautifully written. I especially loved the second verse. So many wonderful images!http://wabisabipoet.wordpress.com/2013/08/04/salt-and-pepper/

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  11. I like description of piano images...
    'the eerie hum of the piano deepens with each slow blink
    the notes press themselves into me
    almost like the player is sitting on my chest' ~ powerful,sad, but with fairy dust...great poem!


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  12. Filled with love...
    And yearnings...
    Enjoyed the read..

    Thanks :)

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  13. There is palpable yearning here, but not the weepy, clothes-rending kind; there's a certain hint of whimsy tugging at the edges of the wistful, which is paradoxically appealing.

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