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A Sense of Absence

While this poet is not dead, as all the poets here are, she is talented. From the first line I was captured. Read and I think you'll see what I'm talking about.

A twitter friend, a fellow writer and a coffee obsessive buddy. And they said nothing good would come of Twitter.




A Sense of Absence

by Blue Summer



The moment’s full
of nearly dead deceptions,
and they are slick like glass, sharp
as shame in the morning, busy
lapping up their own intentions,
struggling to sustain
what cannot be salvaged.

Every word spoken
leaves a hole, a vacancy,
a thick absence.
And you stood—
And I stood—
but we were both
in different places, tangled
in that tight wire
neither of us could see—
but it’s the feeling that counts,
isn’t it?

In the end, it doesn’t matter,
not as I once thought. These openings
dissolve too quickly, and feelings
are inflamed, shut out, and shut off,
half their old size, bent
into nothing and beyond it.

Something’s slid shut, convincingly
uprooting things that were never there,
and I’m left
in the cold blue moonlight, eyes full
of deep faults and blooming ice,
stuck in a rift
of apprehensive disappointment,
heartsick with these dwindling promises
and raging indifference.

At last,
I am made of terror, but the red, wincing fear,
clawed and bloody, is as untouchable
as a myth, but as abrupt
as a broken sentence. We have been
stripped out
of ourselves and each other,
and there’s no untangling
the bright monster who killed us both.






"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

5 comments:

ur right. she is 2 darn gud. whoever it is. :P

July 16, 2009 at 6:50 PM  

Wow. They say the pain of life makes for the most creative and expressive person - Blue Summer ... seems as if that tight wire was barbed wire.

July 17, 2009 at 12:58 PM  

That's amazing...you found her on twitter? How come I dont find cool people like that on twitter?!

July 27, 2009 at 10:22 PM  

Scarlet~

Thank you!

Intense Guy--for the record, I don't eat barbed wire. It's entirely too rusty. *smile*

Elizabeth Marie~

You're sweet. Muchas gracias...

August 18, 2009 at 7:54 AM  

this is amazing.
a poem that is beautiful even on the computer has to be almost absolute perfection hand-written on paper:)

December 17, 2009 at 9:12 AM  

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