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saturday Saturday. crowded-lonely bookstore buying thoughts to replace my own out foggy windows solitary, cars passing your smell touching me poking at my memory I wanted to fall into it inhale that scent exhale doubt but you would replace it with ambiguity skirting even your own intentions at times, sometimes shadow was your intention eventually I´ll grow tired of fabricating memory to sustain emotion the scent lost to the wind As for now? I´ll wear it as mine, swirl it around me and I’m invisible, yet tangible as a tear passing across my cheek matching the rain in the window I´m not ready to change, but my spring will come white blooms on the corner sweet cold aftertaste of gusts that rush the winter days away It´s coming, irrepresible when it bursts into Orange across my mind all will subside, gone from terms of the present Healed by hearts´seasons the rain of winter seeps under the surface into a corner of memory Inspiring the love that is to come. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mick Fraser On Date: 2004-03-06 18:59:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.61538
Hi Erin...
This is wonderful.
My interp is that you are spending the time trying to overcome the loss, but the bittersweet memories haunt, please and provoke you to think of the inspiring love that is to come.
Some of my aother fav lines...
buying thoughts to replace my own
your smell touching me...poking at my memory
As for now, I'll wear it as mine
Whew...great ride.
It is one of my favs this month.
Mick