Posted by Rigby on February 8, 2004, at 17:00:08
Hi All,
First post to this board! I wrote this poem and was kind of curious if it makes sense to other people a little bit if at all. I have a very hard time figuring out if I'm communicating what I want or not. Anyway, here goes!
Maybe
I was fast
Or clever.
Or maybe I knew just the right way
To plead my case;
That if I burst into flames,
That if his temper,
Hot as new stars
Went too far,
He’d no longer have a place
To spend it.Maybe I held my head
Just the right way,
Angling it against the ground
While he pushed harder and harder
Nose into soil
Mouth into soil
Spirit into soil.
Maybe I caught a breath.I don’t need much—just a breath.
I don’t need much.
Just a breath.
Just a small breath.
Just a small break
Between earth and sky.
Maybe he got bored
Or maybe he remembered me.
Maybe his temper,
Shiny quarters on candy,
Was spent.Maybe I was lucky.
But his body, his head, his hair
Is lifted,
Guilty red wisps
Still sticking to my neck.
And because I breath
My tiny death
Goes unnoticed
Mostly by them
Even by me.My memory gets knocked out
Cold and into college.
Looking without eyes
I go groping for home
And find her
Because maybe she’ll birth me
Hot like a new star.
Maybe she’ll know
Just the right way
To plead my case.
Maybe she will be fast
And clever.
Maybe she’ll take in my tiny death
And hold me, tightly,
Love me, more than slightly.Maybe she will save me.
poster:Rigby
thread:310985
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20040102/msgs/310985.html