She disappeared to the world
And the only remnants of her existence
Were graded papers and dirty laundry
Things that slowly break the monotony
Become monotonous
Where is that epiphany
That murmurs behind the clouds at sunset
Hidden brilliance, one breath of clean air
On a faded couch on your backdoor patio
I find what I need, without words
Without a to-do list
I am high with a Gaulloise in one hand
A musty book in the other
And a cup of Constant Comment resting on the concrete
The breeze strokes my hair
Soothing me with motherly affection
And "Across the Universe" is playing, from a distance
I am ever fading, disintegrating
Into the solitude
No friend or foe
To pull me from downy quicksand
A warm, soft death to this world.
Author notes
Mmm...what I was feeling at the moment. No need to tell me how incoherent this is; I know.
Written February 14th, 2006
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Why thank you
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actually, I thought it was quite coherent, in fact, more so than all your old stuff from high school (not that I don't simply LOVE your difficult to decipher old poetry, cuz you know I do!) And I say this mostly because I could actually follow the entire poem and picture everything you spoke of... Mostly, it's nice to see that you can appreciate the solitude now, even when it's not necessary, and that a warm, soft death is simply retracting into your own world and not falling off the face of the real one. Jenna, dear, you recieve my first allpoetry comment since high school. huzzah to you. ^_~
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Thank you It's supposed to be one of those bittersweet kind of things. Anyway, so how have you been?
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it brings a small smile to me
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