because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

just talking to myself

now that you’ve broken through the glass,
shattered your soul-boundaries into
thousands of rough edges
and seen the ocean waiting on the other side,
breathing feels here so borrowed,
a heavy wet nostalgia and
mildew on skin that bruises too easily.

put your small hand in mine and unwrinkle your forehead;
the tide may be coming in but
we can still build castles out of the sand
that remains.

3 responses

  1. Such powerful imagery, both in words and picture.

    August 28, 2008 at 2:27 pm

  2. cvpoetry

    “breathing here feels so borrowed….” what a lovely and powerful ending to the 2nd stanza! One day I hope to become as prolific as you are 🙂

    Thanks for commenting on my blog!!

    August 28, 2008 at 5:03 pm

  3. Brendan

    As you’ve probably guessed from my own poems, the shore is the heart’s marginalia, caching the brutallest ebb and flow of I and Thou, the intimate, I dunno — with and without an Other. High tide is good though it devastates every tiny castle of sand we love in.

    September 10, 2008 at 8:34 am


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