I hear the rustle
of curtains
closing
in the corners
of my mind
I gaze, aching
over my
shoulder
at years long
left behind
when I was
your only
want
and our
bond was
the straightest
of lines
and all
that curled
in between us
was the
impossible
newness
of Time—
a friend to
your ebullient
youngness
but alas, no
friend
of mine
of curtains
closing
in the corners
of my mind
I gaze, aching
over my
shoulder
at years long
left behind
when I was
your only
want
and our
bond was
the straightest
of lines
and all
that curled
in between us
was the
impossible
newness
of Time—
a friend to
your ebullient
youngness
but alas, no
friend
of mine
I like the first stanza. It speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteThe first word that came to mind when I read this was pithy, not one that I use often but it's what romped out of my brain!
ReplyDeleteGreat start with that first image. I love the tone here too.
ReplyDeleteI love the whole poem! It made me sad though, bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feedback, everyone.
ReplyDeleteGuatami and Nathan-the image in the first stanza was knocking around in my head all week.
Lydia-Oh, I like being called pithy! :0)
Annie-Yep. Bittersweet is how I felt writing it.
I think you did an excellent work of ryhme. I liked the content to conclusion "but alas, no friend of mine." Good stuff, try more ryhme, it's a comfort and the way poetry once was written, upon a time......;^)
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