memory poem
Hey all (that almost sounds like "Hey y'all" if you say it fast). How has this Marchness been for you?
I feel I've been posting some strange things lately, or maybe its just me who feels strange and I assume that everything that's been coming out of me is similarly strange. Anyway, I finally wrote another poem and, although it's still in its beginning stages, I'm going to put it up here. I'd be interested to hear what you think (as I'm always interested).
THERE WE WERE BOYS
I plunged my toe inside the white
Virginia beach closed her mouth on me
Naked, smelling of salt and empty-handed
We put our placid palms around the clear
Gelatin, wiggly and thick fishes without sting
There we were boys, I in a purple side-strap
Tickling my shoulder, my sun-beat shoulder
You took my jiggler and my fingers aside
Behind your flopping short-pockets
Harmless, brainless saucer toss
I’d rather not the violet, the wavering
On particles of air and salt and spray
We were boyfriends, there, you and I boys
Catching jelly between our elbows
Plucking bodies from warm sand
Sinking and skipping them away
We couldn’t see their breath
Sure with chuckling, morbid-interest then
Now you’re a man, your brother’s gone
He’d dump you in the white if he could
I feel I've been posting some strange things lately, or maybe its just me who feels strange and I assume that everything that's been coming out of me is similarly strange. Anyway, I finally wrote another poem and, although it's still in its beginning stages, I'm going to put it up here. I'd be interested to hear what you think (as I'm always interested).
THERE WE WERE BOYS
I plunged my toe inside the white
Virginia beach closed her mouth on me
Naked, smelling of salt and empty-handed
We put our placid palms around the clear
Gelatin, wiggly and thick fishes without sting
There we were boys, I in a purple side-strap
Tickling my shoulder, my sun-beat shoulder
You took my jiggler and my fingers aside
Behind your flopping short-pockets
Harmless, brainless saucer toss
I’d rather not the violet, the wavering
On particles of air and salt and spray
We were boyfriends, there, you and I boys
Catching jelly between our elbows
Plucking bodies from warm sand
Sinking and skipping them away
We couldn’t see their breath
Sure with chuckling, morbid-interest then
Now you’re a man, your brother’s gone
He’d dump you in the white if he could
posted by B-Go at
9:21 PM
2 Comments:
i like this one and can identify with it. you are very good at capturing the playfulness in life and you remember well. i can see you and imagine the waves licking your toes and am thankful the jellyfish didn't sting and devour the hour of fun and discovery. i was a boy once too and made play houses in the leaves in the woods at the edge of the yard, me and cynthia
sag
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Anonymous, At
1:05 PM
see, you can be a poet too!
By
B-Go, At
3:50 PM
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