once
i was calling out comfort
handing out anything warm and dry
once consolation of only i while
you
sowed displeasure
reaping stones
i was while passing out pillows
weary among the in-depth of
between you throwing
assured of wreckage
while I weeping sweeping my glass house
-in front of strangers of broken-
was gathering dinner
swallowing rocks
Dec. 5th
to Jon
handsome however you grow
to love you is to know
you of the once small
hands outgrowing all
my ideals lost on maps of
napkin and drawn of
sticks in sand wave-washed
out-tide rushed
your new face blushed
Dec. 5th
to Jon
handsome however you grow
to love you is to know
you of the once small
hands outgrowing all
my ideals lost on maps of
napkin and drawn of
sticks in sand wave-washed
out-tide rushed
your new face blushed
my youthful sketches
thoughts like twining rosy vetches
i am clinging salt-soaked seaside
love-draped nodding tide
of mother
i am clinging salt-soaked seaside
love-draped nodding tide
of mother
Susie, these are really powerful, and quite successful, I think, in the vein of e e. The imagery is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI particularly like and think it's very strong when you say, "i was assured of wreckage weeping and sweeping glass houses" and then when you speak of swallowing rocks (I think of broken glass houses, going on, serving dinner as if nothing is wrong, choking on what's left of the fragile home)
In the second poem, I love "of the once small hands outgrowing all my ideals..."
"twining rosy vetches" and "I am clinging...nodding tide...of mother"
My goodness these are so lovely! I want to post them everywhere!
Lovely, painful, revealing, sad, deep...I must add!
ReplyDeleteThank you Heather!
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