- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Everland
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Click hereThose mornings were noisy things.
I awoke to hammers knocked on nails
like expectations knock on dreams,
wanting them to live, to believe
faith is born in spring when Daddy
fit latticework to a bench. Saturday,
when even rain was sunny, expectation
wore shorts, pedaled round the block
on a blue ten-speed with hand brakes.
Is faith hammered from memory,
brushed on a crooked bench
with an arc of climbing roses
like ribbons, the vines dropping
through uneven boards, spilling
rainy sun perfume on a little girl
who sits and reads and dreams?
Love smells like varnish,
feels like rose petals slipping
in the breeze of a secret spot.
Someday I despair of ever
finding somewhere safe again,
but turning the page second star
to the right and flying straight on
till morning, am redeemed,
not in a dream that never was,
but once upon a Saturday
with roses and a book.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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LeBrozover 16 years agoA retrospective look, wondering at that loss of life's special moments, never realizing that you hold those special moments all your life — it's now your job to live them.
jd4georgeover 19 years ago...that only the child within can know. Ang, I like this a lot, though the last verse fet a little awkward in the read... (perchance a missing comma?).
Bravo for your opening and closing lines:
"These mornings were noisy things...
but once upon a Saturday
with roses and a book."
Ahhhh... with roses and a book.
WickedEveover 19 years agoI know I've read it or heard you mention the title. Oh, anyway, it's wonderful and I was glad to read it or remember it again. :)
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoas i said in the construction thread / this is a poem that sticks to me / it is heartfelt, but that is never enough. doggerel is heartfelt. this, like so much of what i've read from you, has the hand of someone who knows what they are doing and understands what poetry is about, someone who needs to spread her verse to eyes everywhere /
