Clarisse Becket
NEVER AGAIN
It only takes a song to spin back
the windmills of your mind on a rainy Sunday afternoon
It only takes a song to have you
floundering in a king tide of memories
Too many times too many times
too many waterfalls of scalding tears
too many dark afternoons of despair
I have not forgotten that dumping that tonne weighted wave
breaking my back drowning me in turbulent white water
I didn't see it coming
MEMORIES
I do remember that heady rush of excitement
at seeing your face approaching from the crowd
with an enormous bunch of red roses
I do remember turning my head to quickly rearrange
my expression for fear of bursting with happiness
praying that my pounding heart beating noisely
like flapping wings would not be audible
And
I do remember, with your lips pressed to the nape of my neck
and your arms wrapped around my waist, recklessly burying
my normally alert antennae in all that joy and bliss
finding myself rudderless on that comet ride
through the galaxy, dancing on the rim of the moon
It was all too wonderful
and it came at such a cost
This is a "wow!" Incredible metaphorical poetry. Very effective use of repetition. The first section can stand alone.
ReplyDeleteThanks Victoria. You're right...there are a couple of poems here I think.
ReplyDeleteachy sweet
ReplyDeleteThanks Cranky Mango.
ReplyDeleteechoing that wow.
ReplyDeleteThanks Barbara. I find it difficult to write
ReplyDeletepersonal poetry. I hope it appeals to all those passionate volatile creatures who threw caution to the wind ,jumped in feet first and have lived to tell the tale.
love these. The presence of the crowd changes the gravity and I love a poem that turns in the final line. Keepers!
ReplyDeleteThanks BD. Had to bring in the crowd otherwise these sort of poems can get too hot and steamy and that would never do!
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