Well, it's raining cats and frogs here, and it's so dark you'd think it was midnight, but it's only 6.20pm. The nights are closing in. Here's a poem I've just written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo website. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head, and read what others are writing in the group, and give/get feedback. This one is about relationships, how they start with a spark and how they unravel. A pretty straightforward one.
Dissolve
It’s you, he said,
Remiss, because it was us,
The sum of our idle parts,
The remnants of our hearts,
These shields we raised,
The full cases we dragged.
All our fears and nuances,
All our curiosity and rage,
Mixed up, shaken up,
And drunk in a heady mist
Of rose-red seeping joy.
Until it wasn’t, and we
Looked at each other askew
Like strangers shaking hands,
Mumbling about the rain.
A draft of shadows caught us
Peering sideways, trying not
To be seen, to hide a frown,
In a glance of perplexity.
It’s all too complicated,
It’s all too much to try.
Life rushes in and it fades out,
Draws a line through still air,
Cries until the words dry up.
I long to throw away despair,
But I field your pain in knives,
Trying to catch them in my
Hands. Raw. Unkempt.
This book is not my own.
This record is yours.
This film? It flickers. No longer
About us. Stale popcorn, stained
Seats, ripped sheets, burned threads.
This empty vision plays still,
The actors long bored and silent.
Nothing left for an audience.
I run in circles; you pace back
And forth, cutting carpet.
To assert ourselves we leave,
Exit left into the night air.
I hail a cab and you just stare,
We drive away and you just stare.
It was never you.
It was never me.
It was us, we were, and finis.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 10, 2018
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