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

for the singer with the cyanide eyes

 

Maybe this
winter
will be easier;

maybe there is hope beyond frost;
maybe our breath will jut
in steamy tomorrows

across a river that never
freezes; maybe your dreams will dream yet
tachycardic, wild and blue,

like the pulse of the ocean,
muffling the deaths that lie spread-
eagled across decades,

hissing obscenities
under the bedspread, the deaths
that smell ever-so-softly

of overripe promises,
understated like
magnolia blossoms

at the end of summer…
like secrets for a December
no man has seen.

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21 responses

  1. Reminds of the centuries old Jewish toast(prior to liberation) “Maybe next year in Jerusalem”.

    December 10, 2012 at 8:46 pm

    • ah, yes, well, tis the season of hope, i guess… πŸ™‚

      December 12, 2012 at 12:20 pm

  2. like the pulse of the ocean,
    muffling the deaths that lie spread-
    eagled across decades,

    …wow that stanza just grabbed me joanna…and the overripe promises understated…really felt your words as i read them….

    December 11, 2012 at 12:26 am

  3. great title as well…

    December 11, 2012 at 12:26 am

    • thanks –on both counts, brian. *smiles*

      December 12, 2012 at 12:25 pm

  4. I loved this part:

    “the deaths
    that smell ever-so-softly

    of overripe promises,
    understated like
    magnolia blossoms

    at the end of summer…”

    you’re in complete control of your skills, my friend!

    December 11, 2012 at 1:07 pm

    • thanks so much, friend Mosk. a pleasure to “see” you, as always. πŸ™‚

      December 12, 2012 at 12:37 pm

  5. like the pulse of the ocean,
    muffling the deaths that lie spread-
    eagled across decades…awesome lines and I hope it is easier…..

    December 11, 2012 at 10:12 pm

    • <thanks, ayala. everyone is liking the "death" lines… funny. originally i wrote the poem without them. it was much "happier" then, i think. πŸ™‚

      December 12, 2012 at 12:41 pm

  6. love every line:) and also love the tags..

    December 12, 2012 at 1:55 am

    • thank you! i’m so glad someone noticed the tags, too! πŸ˜‰

      December 12, 2012 at 12:44 pm

  7. A dark poem but beautifully written.

    December 12, 2012 at 6:00 am

    • appreciate you stopping by, Cressida. *smiles*

      December 12, 2012 at 12:46 pm

  8. a perfect poem

    December 12, 2012 at 9:26 am

    • you’re too kind by far, Ray. πŸ™‚

      December 12, 2012 at 12:50 pm

  9. Last three verses owned me, Jo. Wonderful work!!

    BTW, bellydancers?!?

    Loved this! ~ J

    December 12, 2012 at 5:44 pm

    • Thanks, Joe. πŸ™‚
      oh, and yup… bellydancers!

      December 13, 2012 at 12:18 am

  10. e

    Great piece! I am praying to escape Winter next year!!!

    Brrrr
    e

    December 28, 2012 at 7:35 pm

    • aren’t we all? πŸ˜‰ thanks for stopping in, e.

      January 6, 2013 at 11:38 pm

  11. “maybe your dreams will dream yet
    tachycardic, wild and blue,”

    I have never seen a frozen river before (tropical country, you know) but I think I’ve gotten a feel for it with this piece. πŸ™‚

    January 2, 2013 at 9:45 am

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