Poem & Request.

[acreofbones.livejournal.com]

I've found myself missing someone to unbearable degrees as of late, so I'm looking for some poems that would relate to a profound longing to rekindle a friendship. Any suggestions?

And finally --


After Persephone.

At a certain point, it didn't matter.
I commanded him to lead.
Farther. So far I was no longer me
Long before I was no longer safe.

I shed everything, save being.
There is a moment, even in the face
Of defeat, when the chase alone
Is enough. I lived quickly,

My whole life disappearing
From around me like a sound
That rises into the air and is gone
Without even an echo. After song

There is a pang. The heart in clench.
Then memory. Then retreat
Into the present. That silence.
Not emptiness, but weight.

I felt my steps marking the space
Where I must tread. Then it was I
Who led. Dragging us both
Into his world. It was real. More real

Even than what came after. 

Tracy K. Smith. 

Comments

[acreofbones.livejournal.com]

happy you enjoyed it! :)

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fondue, by Jeffrey McDaniel

[theotherchicago.livejournal.com]

On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more
than someone else’s presence, so I say no thanks

to the woman who throws her girdle at my feet,
as I dropp a postcard in the mailbox and watch it

throb like a blue heart in the dark. Your eyes
are so green – one of your parents must be

part traffic light. We’re both self-centered,
but the world revolves around us at the same speed.

Last night I tossed and turned inside a thundercloud.
This morning my sheets were covered in pollen.

I remember the long division of Saturday’s
pomegranate, a thousand nebulae in your hair,

as soldiers marched by, dragging big army bags
filled with water balloons, and we passed a lit match,

back and forth, between our lips, under an oak tree
I had absolutely nothing to do with.

Re:

[acreofbones.livejournal.com]

ah, i had completely forgotten about that.
thank you, sweets.

[tealight-rookie.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this poem. I am haunted by Persephone at the moment (in a good way) and so this was perfect.

[acreofbones.livejournal.com]

you're most welcomed!

[alice45.livejournal.com]

I'm always interested in poems based on myths, and liked this one. Powerful emotion.

[acreofbones.livejournal.com]

i agree, ten fold. <3

[kissingdaylight.livejournal.com]

I don't know if this is exactly the type of poem you're looking for, but it's the poem I read when I'm missing my... ex-best friend maybe you'd call her.


Photograph
I wish I was a photograph,
tucked into the corners of your wallet.
I wish I was a photograph,
you carried like a future in your pocket.
I wish I was that face you show to strangers,
when they ask you where you come from.
I wish I was that someone that you come from,
every time you get there...
And when you get there,
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls,
and postcards saying...
wish you were here.

I wish you were here.
Autumn is the hardest season,
the leaves are all falling,
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
And the trees are naked and lonely,
I keep trying to tell them,
new leaves will come around in the spring.
But you can't tell trees those things,
they're like me they just stand there,
and don't listen,

I wish you were here,
I've been missing you like crazy.
I've been hazy eyed,
staring at the bottom of my glass again,
thinking of that time when it was so full.
It was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine,
or sticking straws into the center of the sun,
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss,
the bullets from our guns.

I never meant to fire you know.
I know you never meant to fire lover.
I know we never meant to hurt each other.
Now the sky clicks from black to blue,
and dusk looks like a bruise.
I've been wrapping one night stands,
around my body like wedding bands,
but none of them fit in the morning;
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door,
and all that lingers is the scent of you.
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well,
all the wishes in the world would come true.
Do you remember?

Do you remember the night I told you,
I've never seen anything more perfect than,
than snow falling in the glow of a street light.
Electricity bowing to nature.
Mind bowing to heartbeat.
This is gonna hurt. Bowing to I love you -
I still love you. Like moons love the planets they circle around.
Like children love recess bells.
I still hear the sound of you,
and think of playgrounds,
where outcasts who stutter,
beneath braces and bruises and acne,
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies,
are never gonna grow up to be happy.
I think of happy when I think of you.

So wherever you are I hope you're happy,
I really do.
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight.
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking.
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life.
I hope there's a kite in your hand,
that's flying all the way up to orion,
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
I hope you're smiling,
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth,
cause I might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but I'm still time zones away,
from who I was the day before we met,
you were the first mile,
where my heart broke a sweat,
and I wish you were here.
I wish you'd never left....
but mostly I wish you well,
I wish you my very very best.
--Andrea Gibson

[ginevra-alessa.livejournal.com]

This poem kills me dead every time. I kind of want to marry it. The way I wish to marry things that make me cry.