Bristle Has Come
as time passes
and it mingles with the wind,
all the memories
of my mother's breastfeeding,
I stole a kiss from his chin,
the air I breathe
knows me more than I
know myself,
but the apple tree is,
not a friend I look in the eye
or my torn pages from days passing,
the apple tree is,
the sun's first light
and the moon's goodbye
when I learned to be besides
shadows, I formed this bond
walk on steadily, stand on steadily
I found myself wishing,
time remembers
remembers and forgets
me before I held
the very cup of water.
I'm absent-minded,
the feeling of love is hungering
I want to embroider him
in the fabric of my being,
feel him, always feeling him
and everything under the sky
won't watch him without my presence,
what is he, how is he, why is he?
if I could not feel lonely
on a starless night,
feel myself choke on a dream
as time hasn't touched me there,
but I'm breathing,
breathing memories
I don't remember, like I live
I live as something new,
something forgotten, something
if only I was without this lonely
and a thought of a boy
I met by my yearning's impatience;
lonely while time watches me.
About this poem
This poem is about the feeling that comes from looking back at, when you hadn't realised just how much time has passed.
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Written on February 25, 2023
Submitted by ciawillie on March 26, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,150 |
Words | 253 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 14, 8, 13 |
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