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

reckoning season

summer passes. all its hot-
cropped doubts and match-
struck storms leave
a vacuum where we used to sit
on high-backed stools

and sip on laughter. this is
why i fall in love
though it makes me sad, why
we kiss on street corners
and write poems

about poems. autumn
comes welcome and in-
between, filling the sky
with empty spaces
to tell a story

of matched rails
and sunlight-through-leaves.
today is a good day
for the beginning
of end-

ings, wet-burnt
and rising as they carry us
off in laughter and smoke,
leave us fearless, bare-
footed in rain.

17 responses

  1. smiles….wonderful closure on this ma’am….the beautiful sunlight through leaves…..a good day for the beginning of endings…and laughter and smoke….fearless and barefoot…lots of great images/textures to fill that vacuum…

    September 25, 2012 at 6:44 am

    • “ma’am”?? wha???? 🙂

      September 25, 2012 at 8:56 am

      • one must be polite to a lady…smiles.

        haha…been far too long since i was up there….just saying…think there is a school holiday soon…i hope…smiles.

        September 25, 2012 at 6:53 pm

        • lol, brian. i reckon. 🙂 has been far too long since you were last here; we’ve missed you… when’s fall break?

          September 27, 2012 at 10:14 am

  2. bare-
    footed in rain.

    Well this is the way I do it. Why get your shoes all wet?

    September 25, 2012 at 10:11 am

    • exactly, Carl.

      September 27, 2012 at 10:14 am

  3. kissing on street corners, writing poems about cool is that…very atmospheric piece joanna…

    September 25, 2012 at 11:44 am

    • thanks, claudia; always appreciate one of your visits. everyone seems to be taken with the kissing on streetcorners… i think we should all do it more often 🙂

      September 27, 2012 at 10:29 am

  4. Love sipping on laughter…kissing on street corners…love !

    September 25, 2012 at 9:32 pm

    • 🙂 ❤ thanks, girl!

      September 27, 2012 at 10:29 am

  5. 1emeraldcity

    O, he calls me m’aam too…makes me feel like a school marm… Love your poem!

    September 25, 2012 at 11:06 pm

    • school marm-ish.– exactly! thanks for dropping by, jacquie.

      September 27, 2012 at 10:31 am

  6. hobgoblin2011

    really nicely done. Great read. Strong throughout but love the ending and the continuation from stanza to stanza, connecting the last and first lines, really nice write. thanks

    September 26, 2012 at 3:13 am

    • thank *you,* goblin. 🙂

      September 27, 2012 at 10:42 am

  7. Lovely piece, Joanna. Loved kissing on street corners and writing poems about poems…

    September 26, 2012 at 7:56 am

    • aw, thank you, Mohana.

      September 27, 2012 at 10:43 am


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