kait.
11/15/07, 05:18 PM
i'm reluctant to post this poem, with what's been put up lately, but i really want to rework this. i think it's over-emotional. except i've read it so many times i can't tell what my reaction to it is anymore. any thoughts would be greatly appreciated. :-)
in memorium
fireflies gather about the light, flitter-flutter wings spread gauzy thin,
promises for the lost knocked aside
& splayed across glass (bodies smashed & left cold). he
waits, his breath
misting in the dark below the cover of the avenue, for
the flurry of colour, each spirit taking flight.
ice trails behind the edge of his knife, soft,
gentle spirals of frost painted on my window & i press
my palm flat against the light of morning, studied
frown skewered. but the call is for the mourning dove, the shadow-
stories told on the wall; 'one cannot have enough tears
for this'.
each heartbeat flips itself over on its hands, impales itself
in the harsh daylight. time is a rolled up passage,
birth a forced regime, & the rest of our days extolled
slavery under the candlelight. pass gently,
love.
i'm watching you go so please don't cry.
in memorium
fireflies gather about the light, flitter-flutter wings spread gauzy thin,
promises for the lost knocked aside
& splayed across glass (bodies smashed & left cold). he
waits, his breath
misting in the dark below the cover of the avenue, for
the flurry of colour, each spirit taking flight.
ice trails behind the edge of his knife, soft,
gentle spirals of frost painted on my window & i press
my palm flat against the light of morning, studied
frown skewered. but the call is for the mourning dove, the shadow-
stories told on the wall; 'one cannot have enough tears
for this'.
each heartbeat flips itself over on its hands, impales itself
in the harsh daylight. time is a rolled up passage,
birth a forced regime, & the rest of our days extolled
slavery under the candlelight. pass gently,
love.
i'm watching you go so please don't cry.