P h o e b e

Phoebe,

I swore I told you over and over

How afraid I was to make a mess 

To slip while holding a knife 

And get your dinner on your shoes 

Phoebe,

I feel fragile as a rain drop

Quivering like a pearl of mercury  

Picking plosives off my lips

I miss you so much I could cry 

Phoebe, 

How could you slice me into puzzle pieces

And then walk away with the box

How do I digest this sword 

That you placed on my tongue 

Phoebe, 

I thought this was love 

Making up a bed in the wound 

Cleaning stained steel with open palms

Spelling your name in my head

P h o e b e,

I've been driving to your side of town 

Just to hope you don't show up 

And challenge me to forget you 

From the backseat 

Phoebe, 

Your name has lost meaning 

Like a word repeated a thousand times

Time heals, they say, I say, she say, we say

Time heals 

 

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

at first i pictured a small child, then a cat, then a dog. but it really doesn't matter what species this Phoebe is, it is your child. the love you had was obvious here, and with love comes frustration. but even that is something one begins to miss. i had a dog that lived to nineteen, and towards the end she always kept bumping into me almost causing me to fall. now i can walk around the kitchen freely, and how i miss the coat of her fur rubbing against my leg. Patchy, wherever you are, i hope you have found a new home.

[Soren]

A most interesting poem, written in symbolism and metaphor it speaks at a deeper level. Very nicely done.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you for your kind reviews!!!!!!!