I know what you are doing. ..
seeking to fly away…
you never stay till the very last minute…
it’s not “your” birthday…
I know your work..
you re-train the fire…
you never were consumed by it…
you have no desire…
Just this once…
won’t you bleed alongside us?
you could make our pain divine..
and we could see with your eyes…
Poetry
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Wow! This poem stands out to me, Snow. My elder sister is similar to the person the speaker describes in this piece. The last four lines make me wonder if we could decrease tension in the family overall. I’m not so sure how the ellipses function, though. Why did you choose to use ellipses instead of commas or other punctuation?
I learned today that my city has a new coffee house downtown where a beloved bookstore used to be. This Saturday there will be an open mic night where anyone can sing songs, tell jokes, or read poetry. I’m considering in joining the fun, but don’t want to read my own work. Would you be okay with it if I read this one on Saturday?