Without a Breath's Notice (Storytelling)

I've cornered my brain into
Joining us tonight,
Please take a seat
and
I'll Begin the Storytelling

I liked you because you didn’t have an

Aftertaste. My tongue didn’t sting a

Little in your presence and words always

Seemed to find their way around without

Blood dripping deep  on the tongue from the

Years of

Keeping it together.

 

But now you’re gone and you’ve left me

No aftertaste and it’s hard to remember

Why I indulged in the first place and I figured

It was more for the feeling and less for

Forever.

 

But I wanted it to be forever

Because it was me, and you were you and

Now we’ll never be just as we knew it

I shrug my shoulders and

Yawn.

 

Because I’m

Here now thinking new memories and being

Me with just a darker shade of style

And a bolder walk

With just a little less

Curiosity and a little more

Purpose.

 

I’ll think my thoughts and I’ll forget them

And I’ll even forget they

Exist half the time

And It’s cruel

But it’s

Life.

And it’s

Forever as far as

I know it.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

If Mojo says it's a great piece, it's a great piece.

I love your exertion or endurance. If you were a man they would call it
toughness or some sort of logical, moral force. Yet I have said quite often
in my reviews that there is no such thing as an exclusively female perspective.
So you are the tough one here and the logical one we only wish of being.

Your poetry deals with the drama of psychological stress; cooling relationships
played out in street theater:

"But it's life
And it's forever as far
as I know it"

But the great irony is, is that you do know it. You know the emotional reactions,
the rupture of the elastic fibers of heartbreak.

And you spell them out each night in light and stripe.
Good work,
dana

[saratogaparty]

Dana, you bring joy to my days, I swear! Not only do you read my poems and get what I am for, but you take them and analyze them, give examples and just make me feel really good about writing. Thank you so much.

[writing mojo]

your self reflection period is that of impressionist painting, there are no cubism boxes just a flow inside the oil trained beauty that finely brush strokes timing....great piece

[saratogaparty]

Ah! I just saw this! Thank you so much! :] I'm glad it's easy to go with the flow of the words.