we attempt sleep with a
desperate lust for childlike
comfort, curled together
& with steady breaths
but you haven’t felt that
since your mother drew
the blinds over
your father’s truck headlights
as he idled outside
the post-divorce duplex,
& all my easy nights
were seized away
between a a too-hot body
& cold bathroom tiles at fifteen.
i’m sorry for every time,
body bent away from yours,
i smothered tears into your pillow,
or for how i’m not happy in the
spring, when the daffodils skulk
thru the soil to die before
they bloom & the skull-white
sun shrivels dicotyledons
of little maples, doomed
by sprouting between cracks
in sidewalks, never to be coddled
by rich, black earth.
i’ll never watch your dinner grow
cold upon your plate,
broccoli limp & salad wilted,
your car pulling in at bedtime
so we can rest as fretting,
full-grown infants,
as barren as the tree cadavers,
trembling in the
april chill.
Author notes
poem by hope4revolution/kate
A contest entry
- In process of judging. by Viva La Vie Boheme.
700 points, ended June 10, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
meh... anything goes!
Comments
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Amazing... you completely deserved the gold with this. I'm finding myself able to relate to many of the things you write. This especially. It reminds me very much of my current relationship, and it kind of hurts to notice... especially when I've just somewhat snapped out of it recently.
Beautiful work.
♣ Tegan -
a good piece, nicely written with a sure calm voice, though a sad voice i felt, a sigh was fluttering all the way through reading.
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