Miscarriage

Aug. 2nd, 2006 08:29 am
secret_history: (poetry)
I see her only in my mind’s eye
sitting five hundred miles away
right next to me.
So close I imagine I can reach out
And touch her shoulder.

Offer her —what?
I have no words
nothing which will help
here and now.

She has others to do that for her.

Useless,
I have nothing to give her
except an awkward phone call;
a series of small sentences
lost on the screen
Each emptier than the last.

“I’m sorry.”

Inadequate.
I don’t know what to say,
what will encompass her loss
and comfort her.
It’s larger than anything I’ve known,
outside the realm of my experience.

Only water at this stage
but, still, life.
Water, running its course,
but away from us,
away from her.

I imagine I can hear her heart breaking
so far away.

She spares me a moment,
a remote smile
through wires and binary code;
takes a moment away from her own pain

—more guilt, but relief as well—

She sees through the text,
through the clumsy attempt at sympathy,
takes a moment to reassure me,
to tell me that
my message has been received

and appreciated.

Cross-posted to [livejournal.com profile] august_writing.
secret_history: (poetry)
Untitled

Slipping across on crepe-soled feet
quiet
like a cat, soft-footed
on the wet pavement
glittering
green-yellow-red
in reflected lamplight.
She was
white-clad, hesitant,
shielding herself from the rain
with a newspaper.
She crossed, then,
unassuming,
only to
disappear
in the glow of
oncoming
headlights.
secret_history: (poetry)
Yes, cleary this is getting to be a journal where I only post my results from oneword.com. Maybe one day soon I'll post a short story I'm working on (it's not finished, though).

Stuck

stuck
in limbo
in a word
never mind
stuck
wet asphalt
wet cement
jerky halt to
forward momentum
nowhere to go
can't go back
can't go forward
nowhere
not to the sides
neither up
nor down
nowhere
secret_history: (poetry)
save

save me from myself
from the world
the gaping maw
of "le Réel sans issue"
(Éluard called it that)
reality
from which there is
no escape
no rescuing
no saving
no hope
no salvation
secret_history: (poetry)
Curled up in the corner
I put out my hand
and caressed the wall
feeling the smooth whiteness
against my fingertips
I looked away
but left a part of me behind
indelibly
secret_history: (poetry)
headlight

a flash, blinding, frozen to the spot
rooted to the asphalt
the unseeing retina
reflects the last of the light
back into the darkness
as blood seeps into the tarmac
paving the way to nothingness

Oneword

Jul. 8th, 2003 02:00 pm
secret_history: (poetry)
flare

The waves lapped around the boat
and it scorched the sky

searing a path of flame
in the cloudless blue

where no one would ever see it

fading

Iconoclast

Jun. 27th, 2003 05:53 am
secret_history: (poetry)
Splintered wood
Gold and scarlet flecks on your fingertips
The satisfaction of slivering arrogance

Perhaps only a twinge of guilt
When the Virgin's gouged eyes
Weep bloody tears

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