today is for you, but you're not around to make use of it.

[nouvelle_rozu]

Today is a day for ice cream,
Today is a day for tshirts,
Today is a day for wrapping my arms around you and
pulling you to the grass
between giggles.

Today instead I sit below ground,
Today instead I watch the world through a square,
Today instead I zip up my sweatshirt and my arms mimic yours,
your arms folded skeletal
between cement slabs.

Comments

[amexper]

That's not too bad, for poetry. It made me sad, so, pretty good, actually. My hope is for your happiness.

[amexper]

Caitlin read your other blog because I sent her a link to show her your posting about the dinosaur brains. She told me she cried when she read your post with the photos of Gabriel. Her heart goes out to you as well.

[nouvelle_rozu]

I cried when I reread your poem about her after hearing the story and realizing it was about her. that's a really good poem, actually.

[amexper]

I think that's a flash in the pan. Poetry is like a big ship that I don't have enough crew not to run aground.

Hooray metaphor!