Without you there, rubbing against my emptiness
I am a scream
begun without end
I may close my mouth
I may purse my lips and paint them
I may say yes please and thank you very much
and still dial your number
that no longer exists
just to hear it ring
in my mind
it may be you
on the other end
picking up, I can hear the lint
of the connection stretching like walkers on wire
a crackle, a fizz, the ghosting hiss of you
what are you saying?
Rolling down bled city streets with lights
hanging like old bottles, catching stray saline
I strain to hear
through ceaseless whiteout of rain
it is yellow against brown glass
distorted from downpour
slapping wetly in time to lost rhythm
pirate radio in storm, trying to reach land
crackle, fizz, pop, static … spreading her fingers
we danced on these steps
in our best clothes
with bare feet growing dirty
and it was then
as you spun hotly beneath your wool coat and laughed
your iris neck bent in grace
as elegant a thing I ever saw
dissolving through time into ushered coffin
we are still
on the phone trading jokes
switching out rolling papers with blackened tongues
I hear you sigh
as reedy and deep as mislaid wine
tap your cheap hoop earring against the line
hello? Hello? What’s that you say?
Now that you are out of the box
I think I shall remain within
for it is easier to sleep by these four corners
than try in unremitting rain
to go on without you
16 thoughts on “Distorted from downpour”
A piece of the heart
Gone, severed, bitten away
But like a phantom limb
Still aching with each beat
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TheFeatheredSleep – A missing piece
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This is special. I’m reblogging…
The entire poem is a gut-punch, but this opening is amazing . . .
“Without you there, rubbing against my emptiness
I am a scream
begun without end”
I felt this one very deeply.
“picking up, I can hear the lint
of the connection stretching like walkers on wire” great lines, dear!
Your trademark superb imagery
That’s a poignant elegy. Beautiful.
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thank you SO MUCH for this reblog dear RP.
thank you so very much my friend
thank you so much dearest girl
when I get words from you they sear into my heart
Dear Nan. I have read you since I first came to WP. It is a HUGE honor to have a reblog from you. Thank you dearly.
I am hoping that’s a good thing! Searing can be great, especially when cooking. Lol! ☺️
ha ha ha ha!!!! (OFFICIAL 1ST LAUGH OF THE DAY)
You’re welcome, Beauty! ❤
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