Another Poem

I know. I mean, wtf, right? That's two in just as many weeks, I think. The depressing part is that the last time this happened I was in high school, and if I'm in a similar headspace to how I felt in high school, I'm pretty much up the creek without a paddle.

It's kind of in response to something I talked with a friend about. She writes, too, and I sought out her opinion on the previous one. She made some good observations and one of the things she pointed out was that it felt a little too structured, and as though I sort of tacked two separate pieces together. I thought I would try something a little less sentimental, a little more immediate, and this is what I got.

I don't know how I feel about it right now but I'm going to post it anyway just to get it out there.

Unfinished

You tell me it was never meant to be
You say what happened wasn’t real
So how can I feel the way I do
You play it cold, you play it cool
But I know you said
you once said you felt the same way too
I remember
A chaise lounger and some crappy movie on TV
The smell of your hair
The weight of your hand on my chest
I remember
The touch of your lips
And the way you looked at me
Now all you can do is turn away
You act like it was a moment unshared
I feel unrecognized
A stranger
You smile as we pass
Your eyes still shine
But you don’t look at me like that anymore
You hide behind a lie of our lie

So, there it is. Whatever it is. I'd be curious to know what anyone thinks of it.

Take care.

Of all things, Poetry

Well, it's been over a year since I last posted here. Strange but not entirely surprising.

What is kind of surprising is that I came home yesterday with a phrase in my head that I couldn't get out. So I decided to work it, writing it down and developing the idea a bit more. I kind of liked the sentiment of it all so I felt it was worth pursuing. I stayed up late working on it until I got it all out of my head and I'm actually pretty happy with it, and to have gone through the process to come to this:

Things I will never see

An Argentine tango
in a café of repute
Jan. 30, Savile Row
on the Apple Corps roof

An Acropolis view
in the fading dusks glow
Anders' Earthrise
from a lunar tableau

The wind carved peaks
of the Soussuvlei hills
the Manchester scene's
mad Haçienda club thrills

All of these things I will never see
but the one that truly saddens me
is to not know your face
in the new morning sun
smiling softly to me
as we greet the new dawn.

I don't normally write poetry so this came as a total surprise to me. The fact that 99% of this came out the way it did shocks the hell out of me and I'm sure it'll be another 10 years before something like this that I like comes out of me so I'm not holding my breath. I hope that, if you are reading this, that you enjoyed it. Comments would be welcomed but never anticipated.

With that I bid a fond adieu to the About a Boy blog, hopefully not for another year.

Later!