Portland Postcard

The lavender evening is still climbing down the branches as we speak;

the hot tea I stare into is staring back at me with words I could say. 

And you have not left yet, but I am daydreaming of mountain peaks;

distant snow-capped Tualatin resting out your window each crystal day.

The soft, indistinct smile that finds its way out of your rainy heart,

the comforting chill of the overcast sky, goosebumps on your skin.

And you asked if change meant the ground beneath you was falling apart;

I know the hollow feeling you wonder will come back to you again.

But the terminal I see myself standing amidst will not cause a break,

there is no separation for my voice and the mist hewn in your eyes.

After midnight on my tattered couch, I predict that familiar ache,

and yet, it will fade when I remember the relief in your gentle sigh.

Reviews

[Asante]

Beautifully written, Anna. Whoa.

It was hard for me to single out any particular portion, but this line stood out to me as the rock of the entire piece: "And you asked if change meant the ground beneath you was falling apart".

Morose in tone, but calm, almost in a way of working through a self-contained problem with your own word. I love it.

[Diane]

I love the way this was written. I am not sure the meaning. I am sure we could come up with our own. It was a awesome read. If you have time, I would like to know what was on your mind when you wrote this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle and wonderful use of words and thoughts. You made the reader feel the places and the needs in your words. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gaurav]

A poem full of realism of nature and a mind. Nicely written. Thanks for sharing