New Idea: Poetry Journal

[rapsodyinblue]

I don't want my livejournal to die. We have been through to much together, but you don't want to here my drivelings, do you journal? No. So I have decided to post a poem each week. Perhaps they won't be read. Perhaps they will be ignored, but perhaps they may make people interested in what I am writing. So, as brevity...wit, here goes nothing. Oh, and as most of these were for class, they have a set structure or type of poem they needed to be. This was a form poem, a pantoum. Enjoy.

The Ace

Have I ever told you how we met
How at twelve the hands would shake?
I’ll say it once, so don’t forget
The crumble of our humble earthquake

how at twelve the hands would shake
to hold a glass, to write one’s name
the crumble of a humble earthquake
to rememb-remember, though never the same

to hold a glass, to write one’s name
in orange juice, spaghetti, simple tasks
to rememb-remember, though never the same
while sorting through lifetimes of different masks

in orange juice, spaghetti, simple tasks
a question is answered in lingering light
while sorting through lifetimes of different masks
dusty curtains pull back on a moonlit night

a question is answered in lingering light
At Grand Central Station, I saw the clock’s smile
dusty curtains pull back on a moonlit night
Locked eyes and we knew, we knew, and I’ll-

At Grand Central Station, I saw the clock’s smile
Midnight, midnight, under the face
Locked eyes and we knew, we knew, and I’ll-
That’s how it was, I captured the ace

Midnight, midnight, under the face
I’ll say it twice so you don’t forget
That’s how it was, I captured the ace
Have I ever told you how we met?