like the sun gives up shining
when i shut the blinds
much as hurt just steams away
when i quit crying
same way you're no longer there
when i close my eyes
just as rain no longer pours
when i reach my lair
i flip a coin
i pull a plug
i skip a scene
i pick a mug
i hit a switch
and let go of us
when i shut the blinds
much as hurt just steams away
when i quit crying
same way you're no longer there
when i close my eyes
just as rain no longer pours
when i reach my lair
i flip a coin
i pull a plug
i skip a scene
i pick a mug
i hit a switch
and let go of us
6 comments:
This poem has a ironic air that I truly appreciate. Even shut blinds let in a little light, hurt remain even after the tears dry, and closed eyes can't stop memories.
The only lines I didn't understand as well were
"just as rain no longer pours
when i reach my lair."
Excellent poem Carolina.
NathanKP - Imagination Manifesto
Precious is unchanged by time,
One moment or a thousand years,
Best left behind while wishing more
And weeping still sheds precious tears.
Thank you borboleta
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Nathan.. thank you! :)
The irony lies in my plain unability to actually perform any of those actions. The rain will go on outside, even if I hide... as the sun will remain as bright, in spite of my shut blinds. If you stand in front of me, my covered eyes won't make you gone... all very literal, really. :) Ocurred to me as I was playing Peek-a-Boo with my daughter... she really thinks I vanish and reappear. EVERY time. :)
I really like this poem, it really touches the heart.
I love this poem. It captures, in a sense, how every raindrop is still streaming towards earth, how every packet of sunlight is still shining even in memory and how every tear, is still falling. . . even those for which we've tried to switch off the hurt.
your writing is a visual treat....
as i every thing and each emotion plays itself in front of me....
beautiful
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