Poetry Wednesday
I’ve been reading a lot about Poetry Friday on the blogs lately, in which bloggers post a poem written by someone else. How about Poetry Wednesday, in which we post a poem we wrote? Hey, there’s got to be some use for all the really bad poetry I’ve written that’s languishing on my hard drive. So I’ll start. Here goes:
The Last Trip
We hurtle to the coast
so a fierce tide
can pound transgressions
into something
fine and powdered
we can let glitter
through our fingers
tomorrow,
laughing in our castle—
its windows
freshly-washed.
Your hands
are steady on the wheel,
my eyes fixed
on scrubbed sandstone
until darkness washes us to
a silent shore,
where—in moonlit abeyance –
we pad past
salt-rippled sand,
crusted seaweed
trusting our breaths will hold
under the weight of
in-crashing waves—
their shimmering
collapse.
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I unearthed 8 notebooks of highschool and early post highschool poetry..bad, bad, BAD, poetry. Teen angst poetry – 20 years old and covered in dust while cleaning today. I broke out in a full sweat of embarrassment. We’re having a New Year’s Day Bonfire to ensure NO ONE ever has to know of it again. Count me out on the sharing of bad poetry!!