There are gaps in my knowledge.
Windows, empty and sighing
with the phantom of your breath – I
can taste the words, feel them trembling
beneath my teeth, batting and quaking
to be freed. I know
that your hair was long – russet red, or maybe brown
like the earth turned in autumn. It
would tangle in the wind, in my fingers, in
our sheets. I think I loved you? There
is nothing left to tell me
either way.
Author notes
'Left and Leaving' by The Weakerthans -
'My city's still breathing, but barely, it's true
through buildings gone missing like teeth'
A contest entry
- Do you understand ... by EvilKate.
1400 points, ended November 7, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I apologise profoundly for the delay in judging. I had some serious health issues to deal with and, for reparation I will be sending each participant some points by way of sincere apology. Thank you for your entry.
Excellent finish. I reminds me a little of some of the phrasing in "Gerogia Beach," one of my favourite poems - if you don't know that write - find it. I'll leave the poet name aside ... just to make it somewhat a challenge.
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It's ok, I don't mind at all. Health takes precedence.
I'll have to look that up ^.^
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