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Starts and stops
by Vikki Owensdeath will turn you to charcoal, but the flowers will still grow.
bruises are a language all their own,
the purple and blue,
that is me and you,
pooling with lividity...
I see a shout from across the room
in an unblinking eye
there was a good moment,
and then it passed,
there was a drifting thought,
but it didnt last,
it disappeared
like a seed on the wind
and i never did see
that good moment again.
remind me of this tomorrow...
remind me of how i looked at you,
at your eyes in the light of the milky moon,
remind me of the span of stars that crossed
the distance between our lips
then vanished forever in the moment of our kiss.
brick by brick
i take words
from here. and there. and build.
i subcontract. building from. others.
to form. what would be. a sturdy.
foundation of. my own but. in as soon as.
i review. i find i. do not like my. own.
so the wrecking ball comes and i hit delete. 01/26/2009 Author's Note: these are bits of unfinished, probably never to be finished poems, being saved.
Posted on 01/26/2009
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/26/09 at 06:00 PM That's the kind of opening line that can follow you around for the rest of the day. Outstanding write. Keep them coming. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/26/09 at 06:32 PM Very nice write. And, all poetry is unfinished until the poet is laid to rest. It is amazaing how you can reread a piece you thought was done and find something better in it. Keep it up. |
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