Well you asked.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Taylor, Nov 19, 2008.

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  1. Taylor

    Taylor Member

    Moth to Flame

    Day by day, a steady flight
    Calm and cool with every height.
    A swift attempt; open and free
    Abide, loyal hours. So shall it be.
    Winds are shifted; not yet to moarn.
    One can wonder, tassled and torn.
    Closer and curious with every pull.
    Handled by friction, as heat may console.
    But sight is lost, like smoke unclear,
    No turning back. The future holds fear...
    ...Of burnt out dreams, dissolving in shame;
    As if to settle like a moth to the flame.

    Him

    Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Chops"
    because that was the name of his dog
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all the kids to the zoo
    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    Valentine signed with a row of X's
    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it
    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Autumn"
    because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of its new paint
    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed
    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    his mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his father got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.
    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that's what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A
    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle's Creed went
    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her
    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly
    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem
    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
    Because that's what it was really all about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn't think
    he could reach the kitchen.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    :hug: Thanks for sharing :)
     
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