Give me a kiss before you leave
me.
I see each person & I know
each will die,
I picture them dead,
withered, pasty, and grey.
Your currently bright & gorgeous
blue-eyed, electric to my soul, face—
bloodless, blue, cold, soul gone.
My brown-eyed Susan who emanates
compassion & agape, uplifts everyone—
bloodless, breathless, spirit elsewhere.
And the waitress, the pianist,
that bitch I don’t know…
will all be cold corpses.
And it makes me want to treat you all better,
myself better.
Life is impermanent,
all the more special.
Cruising through the random blogs and happen to come across your poetry. I wanted to pass along my gratitude as the word choice and play fit well together. It seems a bit redundant to continue down a path that vocalizes the "love" of you life but this tends to be the case with many poets. I personally find the other poetry stirs more imagery to my mind and soul.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, keep up the vibes. We should play scrabble sometime...you have some killer words but I think I could keep up.
When brown eyes can no longer be seen my soul will still be connected to you, my darling daughter. I will never leave you.
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