This body chose to forget you
I can see your face through calculated window panes.
Outside those walls the memories crumble
& deteriorate like newspaper.
Your name separates into grit and tawny debris.
I love you
& I know how cold it is,
but no amount of forlorn
could frown this door back open.
If I let your shadow in,
you'd collect all your footprints
and leave your longing
pristine with the snow.
For magpie tales.
"You'd collect all your footprints" ... nice imagery.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot to be said for learning your lessons quickly and moving on. Nice Magpie.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing piece, to be sure. Love 'no amount of forlorn could...'
ReplyDeleteSome very well chosen imagery here.
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of a door frowning open. Nice.
ReplyDeleteGreat opening line, and the whole second stanza is pure gold.
ReplyDeleteI felt such a sadness reading your poem, I loved the idea of collecting footsteps as though they had never been. A lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for such lovely feedback! This was such a fun challenge and I am happy to have received all of your reads and kind words. I hope to do more Magpie!!
ReplyDeleteThat has a bit to it that lingers for a very long time. I know just how that feels. Great poem
ReplyDeleteVisceral imagery.
ReplyDeleteDear Wendy: The dream imagery is very catching as in "big chill"! Especially love these lines;
ReplyDeleteIf I let your shadow in,
you'd collect all your footprints
Is it just me, or is this person a tad possessive of possessions which will one day possess entirely lock stock and barrel (along with those expensive footprints). I LOVE THIS! Very imaginative and paradoxically; realistic in a relation to those close relationships of the heart!
@Kristen Haskell
ReplyDeleteI'm very glad you enjoyed it, and that it had a lasting effect (makes me feel accomplished or something) Thanks for the read and your kind words!
@Paul C
Thanks for reading & thanks for the follow!
@chiccoreal
The person this is about is very controlled about they was they affect things and let themselves be affected. Being careful with his possessions (both physical and otherwise) was totally a part of that.
It seems like you looked very deeply into this poem and I am overjoyed that you did. Thank you so much! and thanks for the follow!
Every line a jewel, but the last stanza is glorious...i love this Wendy!! :-)
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