
When we were wedding guests in Brooklyn
New York
should have been
carriages and sunsets
evenings spent
making love
but it was tension
and anger
evenings spent
wounding one another
The fabric of patience
worn and taut
split
letting every stinking thing inside
spill out
once and for all
I'm sorry
for what New York wasn't
for what I felt
and said
for all the days
we lived
in quiet spite.
They have their baby now
and I have almost
forgotten your voice.
More poetry
You're good.
Posted by: sumdimsum on August 27, 2006 06:04 PMI enjoy your words very much. This one reminds me of my week in New York, though completely different situation. It just wasn't a good time, and I'll never go back to New York again. (Though my love might convince me otherwise... she wants to Live in New York, or stay the San Francisco area.)
I personally dislike crowded area's... sorry, I tend to write stream-of-conscience... so my thoughts just fly out.
As I was saying, I almost responded with a poem of my own but, thought it might be rude... (I did once earlier, and I appologize for that.) This is your blog... and as a fellow creativity being (so I like to believe I am), I want to show my support for your writing.
Always write, and always create...
Poetry saved my life... and I'll always be indebted to it. (Well, I could argue God saved my life but...) They both had their share in it.. Poetry my voice... well how it started... then essays, short stories, so on---
Anyway, I appreciate your words, and your creativity.
Next time I comment, I'll try sure to keep it short, and
"sweet". Though, I doubt I will be able too... since I just let my thoughts fly from my finger tips.
I think I pretty much said that earlier. I'm done rambling.
(c:
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