forgot,
forgotten.
as
soon as
I
realized you were lost (to me)
it
was too late to fill the blazing void
that
dun-colored morning you arranged a
quick
departure across a soft sea of clouds
to
the home of neon avenues & rolling hills
my
eyes brimmed with tears
my heart mourned
as
soon as
I
found myself looking in from the outside
barred
by a great wall of shielding shadows
grievous
fair-haired obstacles posing as stern
substitutes
for inspiration
ingenious social butterflies who
know
better
than you or I (supposedly) – I understood
light
no longer inhabits the stone &
from
such darkness
I
must survive the sun alone
***
My bud who sends me excellent writing
prompts was on an internet hiatus. They went off the grid to travel and write
and live and breathe. What a miraculous thing, yes?! I can’t say I’m not
envious. That said, I woke this morning to this imagine in my email, a photo
prompt. The words came fast. You should have seen the typos in my phone!
Another poem written always makes me feel
good, especially since I’ve hit a brick wall with my project. I finished a
creative non-fiction piece the other day and quickly started another, true to
form with this ‘Family Ties’ project – but when I attempted to work on it. My
head was empty. I don’t know what happened. Just suddenly, stuck. And with so
much today. This prompt was timely. I likely won’t see another for awhile again
but today I made something so yay me.
In
propinquity,
Nic
