may 11th

May 11th

 

I wear my white gown with tiers of nothing
but unsolved operas lying underneath
My smile sits lopsided and dawn hangs
around the kitchen in grape shades watching
for the first light to leave by
There is always one star left in the sky -
the one that left the ship for shore time
but now wonders why the party died
There is the sun rising in a salmon colored
introduction, struggling through the gray.
Soon clear piercing light will make its way
into the beginning of the things I need to do.
Soon I will become who I am when I am not
watching words out my window or listening
to the sound of my heart, not hollow,
but a history of unnamed restless beats
slipping into the fading shadows like a warning.

Reviews

[arbitrary jane]

how is it possible to feel like i already know this poem? every thought, so familiar, like it was stolen from that murky place at the back of my mind where thoughts are only vague images and i can never seem to pin them nicely on flash cards with corresponding words... this hit me just right... my, but i'm glad you exist.

[KrisK]

I read it many times and took insight to different things each time...to me that is a great poem...there is a juxtaposition of resolve, peace, and agitation that comes forth for me when I read your poem...

[W.k.kortas]

More Dickinsonian than most of your works, but with a blood mixed with the valedictory that you wouldn't find in her work. Like Emily and Ed said--whose words would any of us rather read?

[Ken Simm.]

The concepts you come up with always leave me stunned with admiration. This is no exception.

[Ed Hart]

phibby in full-winged flight

[Emily B]

your words are always my favorite

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Soon I will become who I am when I am not

I like this line it stands truthful,
This is a wonderful amazing write.