Misplacing the Love Letters of Sunset and Discovering the Creases in Hope.

I'm not prepared for this, for everything we've been

for every day I've settled my lips above the sun...

I'm not prepared to stare at the horizon, I'm sure I folded up the sunset and stuck it in the back pocket of those blue jeans I discarded on a humid night in Florida, I think the end of the day has suffocated in the sand, I imagine someone's footprints have marked my insolence.

I'm still holding onto those promises we whispered when January hid herself behind the windows that danced with the dim light of rekindled love, as the melodies of funerals entered my ears and made me forget the moments I stood, shaking, in front of that casket, for he...

whispered...

my name.

There's ignorance in intelligence and brilliance blinds, I know where this is headed....

I'm just not prepared...

to let go, to run my fingers across the creases in the sunset, to find imperfection in possibilities and dishonesty in hope, I haven't yet

stopped

myself

from whispering his name.

I am certain these tears would fall, the reflections of yesterday could tumble right out of my palms

if only he would hold my hand, if only his fingers would intertwine with mine, if I could memorize the poetry of blinking...

if my flushed cheeks were cradled by his palms....

if he ran his promises over the whispers

of sunset

I could

smooth

out the creases

in hope.

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Such a depth to your riddles and metaphors, making each passage so vivid and bittersweet (the sunset in your pocket/ January hiding)! Everything about your work here is amazing. I read it over and over, as it captured my senses. The loss, the haunting desire, hoping to make everything almost the same save for the creases...

[no sun]

Ya know sometimes Jeanmarie, I do find that it is in those creases that one finds all the brilliant and beautiful things in life. Your mind and how it unfolds what you see has gotten my mind wrapped around it. Just love the way you mix pain with pleasure as if they are completely interchangeable. Actually I do believe that they are. A remarkable poem, I wonder if you realize how not only unique your writings are but truly brilliantly done. Line after line I just want sip in your poetic radiance. Amazing.

[Jason]

First, let me say it is nice to meet you.
Second, my initials are JMM as well..lol
and 3rd .. wonderful write, particular, detailed, but somewhat quaint; witful.
Love it.
hope to read some more soon...
And as for Kara...she's wonderful!
~jason

[Christina]

I stumbled across this poem and I'm so glad I did...
Beautiful, I don't even know if I possess the words to describe this poem. The subtle intensity of your words are overwhelming, your words are impeccable.
I loved this truly, you are an amazing writer.

You have a good and unique form. Your poem might initially seem to be a short story format, but when read, this would be the better format.

The words jive well, with the message well set in. I enjoyed reading this.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Wow. This is my first time reading you, so please don't take it the wrong way when I say that I'm deeply impressed. I'd written a collection of letters a few years ago, really inspired from Rilke's "Letters...", but it was more in the tone that was presented thru your fabulous work here.

if only he would hold my hand, if only his fingers would intertwine with mine, if I could memorize the poetry of blinking...

This is some of the most beautiful prose I've read. Keep it up.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

i feel so silly reading and reviewing your work, because it basically steals both my breath, and my ability to write anything coherent or remotely intellectual.

although, that sounded pretty good, so maybe i'm okay lol

"to let go, to run my fingers across the creases in the sunset, to find imperfection in possibilities and dishonesty in hope, I haven't yet
stopped
myself
from whispering his name."

that was my favorite part, if I HAD to pick a favorite part. i love your work. it reaches into my soul and rips out pieces of me. and then i'm forced to look at them, gasping for breath, and i realize that they're beautiful even though they hurt so DAMN much.

adoreeee you :)