I would trade all,
my effervescent adolescence,
every fetching moment,
to avoid that elision.
Demure are the days,
and lithe the years,
since the ineffable
A mere harbinger
of the coming penumbra
could not be afforded
The end of serendipity
leading me down a
long lane of lassitude
This was written for Shawna’s Monday Melting Prompt at http://www.rosemarymint.wordpress.org!
Smoking will kill you
Muttering it is useless,
Screaming it vain.
Shaken to reason
by the heart doctor’s blank stare,
the boat entirely missed.
Machines humming
powerful tunes into her,
ones hummed since childhood.
All that grinding gathering speed,
gathering fear, fluent in you.
Rise, spit it out, slam it down,
All is useless, all is vain.
Except an abnormal
one-on-one May day–
overgrown field,
youth and her true hum,
strawberry juice running down your chin,
and love so deep
the grinding will never grasp.
Written for Shawna’s first edition of THURSDAY MELTING here at http://www.rosemarymint.wordpress.org.
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