bending low
it’s all the thoughts I cannot express
talking slow
the words you are forming
have no meaning
there’s no weight
speaking in zero gravity
undertow
all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday
late nights of no tomorrow
summer kissing and bottled lightning
sweet nothings and keg parties
mushrooms and marijuana
dust under my fingernails
smelling of mesquite and bourbon
when did we die?
I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day
It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say
waiting for it now
bending low, gravel pressing through my jeans
forming itself into my knees
heart thundering, keeping pace with
the vowels that string together
this patois of goodbyes
you want to feed me
but I’m not hungry
It’s never quite enough
my quiet resistance quells some
of the spiteful harangue but you’re
so fucking persistent
I’ve never found you more lovely
I hope you find your happiness
Honest to God, I do
the beginning of my happiness
will be far away from you
bending low, I lay down in the dirt road
and watch you walk away sideways, such a different view
the taste of your whys color my palette anew
all of our moonlight amens
leave with you
bending low, time slow
it’s the words I wanted to say that
spill out of me and
mix with the dry clay and car exhaust
I believe they still cling to that
lost piece of farmland where we parted
in our yesterdays
Good writing 😉
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Thanks brother 🙏
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You’re welcome sister 🙂
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I’m a bro 😛
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🙊
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So evocative. I can taste the dust, feel the gravel, the empty sadness
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Thanks Christine
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Very sad so inevitably I read it three times and approve 😉 I like that it’s a whole feeling captured in a moment, a complex series of feelings and closure. I am strange in that I do not fall in love easily nor can I say I have loved often, at all, and yet, when I have, it’s like you cannot ever rinse the feeling from you, and so I found this ultimately uplifting because it shows hope of being able to come over the other side of the feeling. Even if that were not present it understands the ache in a way many dismiss and perhaps terrifyingly do not feel. Is it possible to go through life not feeling? I believe many do, that frightens me.
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Thank you Candice, I agree with you. It is a frightening concept that some people never truly love. I’m so happy you approve of my storytelling 🙏
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I can feel all the textures here, evocative, beautifully poignant
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Thank you Aakriti ❤
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Extremely powerful and vivid. Wow!
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Thank you Em
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I am glad to be here because I feel like I am not the alone in being so emotional, passionate, thinking of everything in one moment, life pains and wonderful highs all passing in a flash. You capture this so well.
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Thanks Mark, I appreciate your response. You’re definitely not alone 🙏
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
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This moves me as much the second read through. Beautiful and achingly sad.
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Thanks Christine!
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Great writing, very relatable.
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Thank you my friend 🙏
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On my. So well done! 😊
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Thanks Sarah 🙏
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“the beginning of my happiness
will be far away from you
bending low, I lay down in the dirt road
and watch you walk away sideways, such a different view”
This is not only a brave declaration to make but, in making yourself equal to the dust from which you came and to which you will return and are (paradoxically) able to see things for what they are, it is a spiritual truth.
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Amen my friend 🙏
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Wow. Incredible.
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Thanks Eric 🙏
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