It ends when
It ends when
all life’s stuff
ends and begins
and ends and
begins and ends—
with wistful words
forced from a
finally determined tongue.
No means to it,
an end here.
No justification
or tidy resolution—
just a was
an I am
a she is—
dim reflections
sudden tears
grainy films
another other.
Some other day
those years
whose life
boiled down,
stewed,
to choice.
Some other me,
you,
we knew when
we boiled down,
never told.
Over.
An end
to begin
other ends
begin.
A determined tongue
to begin
another told
boiled down,
stewed,
we were.
A determined tongue
finally forced
these wistful words.
all life’s stuff
ends and begins
and ends and
begins and ends—
with wistful words
forced from a
finally determined tongue.
No means to it,
an end here.
No justification
or tidy resolution—
just a was
an I am
a she is—
dim reflections
sudden tears
grainy films
another other.
Some other day
those years
whose life
boiled down,
stewed,
to choice.
Some other me,
you,
we knew when
we boiled down,
never told.
Over.
An end
to begin
other ends
begin.
A determined tongue
to begin
another told
boiled down,
stewed,
we were.
A determined tongue
finally forced
these wistful words.
posted by shakes at 2:25 PM
3 Comments:
I always tend to like the poems of yours that are obviously not in your 'usual' voice/format. I think the speakers tend to be more vulnerable when you as author are uncomfortable (not the right word)with the style. It reminds of me of a, what's that thing, villanelle? I like it.
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Yes, yes. Very Creeley--and in a very good way. It must have taken you back to an earlier time when WCW was a principal predecessor.
I like stanza four the best. And I like the phrase: "grainy films"
I need to read it more,more.
But I like it at first sight.
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