Posts Tagged ‘name’

Today’s date

attached to four names

I don’t recognize.

And I wonder

about names

attached to headstones,

about futures

attached to children

along with memories.

And these are people

who will only be remembered if

they fall under these circumstances-

if they had children,

if they are a character in someone’s story.

We remember historical figures

and celebrities

because of their national renown,

but who remembers

the little people

with their names printed

small

in newsprint?

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Because our two lives

are of different orbits.

 

I’d be lying if I didn’t say

I wanted to see you again.

Sometimes concealing the truth

is as bad as lying.

 

But if I could be anywhere,

I’d be in London,

or Paris. Alone.

 

I’ll have to pay off student loans

before I can afford a plane ticket

to Europe. I don’t think I’d say

goodbye to you before I’d leave.

 

Maybe I’d leave you my orange sweatshirt,

just because you won’t be able to wear it.

 

Maybe I’d leave you with the book

I made out of every poem

I’ve written about you.

 

Maybe I’d try to meet you beforehand,

and leave you with a word spoken out loud,

because you may not miss the sound of my voice,

or you may not remember it- I don’t

remember yours. And that scares me.

 

So I’ll leave you with a word,

if you’ll just speak my name.

One-dozen to twenty Volumes

I could Assign to your Name,

but I Dare not publish Them,

or put Both you and I to shame.

No ripples in the lake.
No mirrors, only white walls.
Something’s missing from the shelf…
A face like wax paper.
A name as common as air.
The line’s been drawn,
there’s no turning back.

Slender and silent

he approached the frame.

They knew what not to call him,

but he did appear tame.

But soon he was forgotten,

left without a name,

in the shadows of the seamstresses

he decided to end the game.

Claws and fangs and fur like a crow’s plume

crept behind the spinning two, and unleashed their doom.

I’m afraid, I don’t understand.”

“Fool! Those two with molten hair– too late–

did not deduce the faults in what they spun.

And when they turned their backs,

he was no beast, but a man. And that man had won.”