on thursday night i read this at the poetry reading we had in the cafe. I originally didn’t really intend for anyone to hear it, so it has never been posted here or anything. i was told it was good, though it pretty much was all written out straight at once… and i never went back and edited anything. anyway, other reasons it was never posted here… i didn’t write it on the computer, so it’s not a simple matter of copying and pasting… and also the person whom it is written about, who is a very speciffic person indeed, could very easily read it. For some reason that makes me really uncomfortable… though there is nothing bad said about them in this. oh well. Anyway, here it is:
No title.
“It returned here today
I thought it was gone forever
Past experiences so long away
I’d no hope that they’d return ever.
Bleeding heart and beaten mind
Can no more bear this awful truth
Yet i miss it so and cannot find
A means to cause my wounds to soothe.
What brought you back I can’t say
Months have passed without you near
And yet it seems that perhaps you never were away
A part of my spirit you were made
Bonded together for all of time
Though it seems that this must fade
I am altered for all of time.
I miss you, old friend.”
I also read The Hero, but it has already been previously posted here, so I won’t do so again. If you desire to read it, click here.
That is all for now.
That is rather good. Poetry is better off the cuff and no edditing. But that’s me own perfreance.
you have such a way with words. nick and i always say we can’t wait to meet your wife. she’ll be one hot chick who’ll be swept off her feet by you.