Mostly in the morning.

From the collection, Mono no aware By Tylor Traxler

I can’t remember the shape of you 

Or the shade of the light in the morning 

That traced you like a stretching angel 

Round curves and breaks and strongest angles

 

Maybe it’s true 

We were really too see through 

To see who believed you 

From A Colorado view 

Snow crunches under shoes 

That we wore to keep warm 

There is no shore, that’s for sure 

No more stories, no more lore 

There’s a party tonight I think I might just go

To drink and smoke And pretend I’m not alone 

All the whys don’t matter 

All the how’s, we forgot 

All the who’s just arrived 

I wish this time I could stop 

It hurts to search my mind for your shape 

Your silhouette, it fades 

Among the crowd I see you 

He sees you first, I’m too late 

So bottoms up to forever 

I resent the shade of morning 

My stretching angel told me goodbye 

Now It’s all too boring

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Oh, the emptiness that follows in the wake of someone's leaving. It pierces us like the morning sun after a night of overindulgence. You captured that here, and I feel the tangled ball of anger, longing, and pain that rests in the gut.

[Coyote Poetry]

The shade of memory. Always willing to haunt us. I liked the honest words and thoughts in the poetry. Thank you Traxler for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Iam-me]

As dawn breaks, the visions you behold and see, are beautifully expressed and so heartfelt picked up by the reader too.

[Stella Armour]

such creative imagery using the morning light .... i enjoyed it and endings are not always wonderful as in this case ..