by annaswirls
the dead will wait for you to catch them, TK U MLJ LV NV
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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and one last bittersweet five for old times sake, without further comment.
I am remiss
in being so late of late
that I cannot call after your memories
as they fade or lurk in the shadows
wanting to praise your children
before they are gone off and away
that is the tyrany of time.
I am at a loss for words, I think your words best describe your poems affect on me...
"It is our memory now, one
that will not rinse easily."
My pick for the day ~!!
I love the flow and imagery. Now the clincher.
I feel in this poem. I feel the love, pain and all the loose ends that dangle before us in our daily lives.
The stanza with the napkin was pure poetics ... even the orange curls sticks to the gut like Steve said ... This one is most def. a keeper Anna ~
Keep'm coming girl, you have it in spades here ~
...but a good one...and I liked orange hard curls because it's a good metaphor for this poem, like picking at the crusted remains with your fingernail...thanks.
Loss and pain
So skillfully crafted
These feelings creep up on you
With wistful glances through the sun roof.
As always a very readable poem but for me there is still a little nipping and tucking to do such as this line... 'at the bottom of the glass. which is surplus to requirements for me and 'orange' in 'hard orange curls'. Maybe I'm a little over zealous on this one but I would see them as orange without being told they are.
Still, a nice poem though but not your best.
bb
great images move this swiftly along the eyes...
mentioned on today's review....blue