Sunday, August 3, 2014
Memories Fall, Scatter to the Wind
she sleeps peacefully, yet not at all
the world seems to stop, slip away, and fall
had I known
my last goodbye would be greeted by cold hard stone...
beneath lovely boughs
magnolia's first bloom
brings sweet memories of you
i watch rain
that last breathing memory
etched on my heart
I knead dough
roll / pull / twist / punch
wishing these hands were yours
How long can I tread tears before
I drown in them?
memories of you seep through my veins
and asking for directions
not an option
lost: unarmed. I stare towards the fray
Is it wrong
for me to hope
your light still shines?
How many times can I wish for the arms
that will never raise again before
I crumble within?
How do I
continue to gaze into the flames
that sing now
for just me?
This is a compilation; the majority of lines are taken directly from another poem. Each poem focused on the same overarching topic. I felt I could not allow this day to pass without a piece, but I find myself lacking. So, to celebrate I have created this piece by pulling from others in the order they were written. (Since the last thing I wrote was the title it seemed fitting it would come from the most recent piece.) I think for the most part they flowed well from one to the next, though the "i knead dough" is a little out of place.