Such a long way away.

Such a long way away.

A Poem by dukovan
"

Im sorry for the way I've been acting.

"

Every summer, another reason to shake up the days.
Leaves are clinging to their branches,
and you just can't get away.


You try to fight with nature and you suffer the same.

Your try to fight with God but call your son by your name.

You're a sister and a daughter,
but only barely for the past thirty days.

We're chasing shadows of our bodies,
all that potential keeps getting away

I'm a brother with a cancer that seems to spread when I stay.
I should just keep moving,
its such a long way away.

I asked you what I'm good for,
"its not the money", you laughed.
There's a lump in your throat,
you tried to clear it but you just gave it back.


We hang on to the albums and vinyl single tracks.

We're learning about the future

and how to get it all back.

Every Winter, late December we remember to pray,
but Jesus only comes if you do everyday.
I unwrapped your presence underneath the tree
of a broken home,
and hardly noticed memories.

My roots are in the earth and my feet, on the ground.
You were standing with a smile and your hand on my mouth.
Its like there only was the present,
you said, "it doesn't matter where we stay".
"So long as we just keep moving,
its such a trip,

such a long ways away..."

 

© 2012 dukovan


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Wow! I have read this several times now. My first read stopped me on the page and I had to sit back. I love the way you have used not just imagery, but actually conversation within this poem. You have certainly shown, and not told the reader what is going on...although there is still room for much speculation about the situation.

"I asked you what I'm good for,
"its not the money", you laugh.
Its a lump in your throat
you try to clear it, or just get it back." This is so genuine the comment and your descriptive lines demonstrate the casual remark and the feeling one has afterward of wishing to God we could take it back...the secret is exposed.

"I was unwrapping your presence underneath the tree" I really like this play on words!

So glad I read this.

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you made it real nice
=]

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This left me speechless with a lump in my throat. It really hit home for me. I had to read it a few times and thoroughly enjoyed it every time. Very deep, and insightful. I loved the flow of the piece too. Thank you for sharing. Definitely one of the best things I've read in a while :)

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Of depth, this, and of a dazzling beauty.

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Good imagery use here, and I enjoyed the truth of it "...December you remember to pray, because Jesus only comes if you do everyday." The last paragraph I liked the most, "It doesn't matter much today." Sometimes I feel like the day makes every bit of difference, and maybe it can. Sort of like the butterfly effect but in a sense it all takes us on a journey to the future.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! I have read this several times now. My first read stopped me on the page and I had to sit back. I love the way you have used not just imagery, but actually conversation within this poem. You have certainly shown, and not told the reader what is going on...although there is still room for much speculation about the situation.

"I asked you what I'm good for,
"its not the money", you laugh.
Its a lump in your throat
you try to clear it, or just get it back." This is so genuine the comment and your descriptive lines demonstrate the casual remark and the feeling one has afterward of wishing to God we could take it back...the secret is exposed.

"I was unwrapping your presence underneath the tree" I really like this play on words!

So glad I read this.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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