![]() Still WatersA Poem by AnnaI could make a guitar weep Make a violin scream A loving voice, a beckon To grief If I knew how to play them. I watch the Orchestra Through a screen Instead. Paint my nails black Walk the alley And seek that pain Behind the Jazz club. Where the brass band Park their dying cars-- And no one finds success. Fields of wildflowers Could bend in the wind For me Under a stormy sky In desperate wait For the coming rain-- If I knew how to tell them. The sun hurts my eyes Dull and irritable. Like every day I avoid Shrink into the night Cast off all my burdens to The woman in the lobby Of a hotel, tired and Up all night-- Convinced she Would want to greet me As I opened my mouth In a certain kindness-- If I knew which one she needed. I recognize her In the lines of her eyes She looks nothing Like me. I love her at a distance The only distance I Know how to give people-- And like people do She loves me At a distance too. © 2024 AnnaReviews
|
Stats
160 Views
1 Review Added on February 23, 2024 Last Updated on February 23, 2024 Author![]() AnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
|