Author Archive for David E

15
Dec
12

Enough Then



Blue sun blinding my waking eye
turning me away from the kiss
I have been warned to avoid,
I had longed to wake to hold.
Take me back home, please.
I have been too long out across.

I won't want to change my mind.
Some loves want leaving behind.

Black snow stinging my open face
turning me back from the door
I have been threatened against,
I had longed to open since.
Take me back home, please.
I have been too long off here.
 
 
 

[posted for Sara
as of date written
]

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14
Dec
12

Won’t Be Long


       
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I hurt.  I can't help but show it.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He knows it.
⠀⠀⠀⠀He's so sad.  I tell him don't be.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It won't be
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that tragic.  It won't be wrong,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀won't belong
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to what we've had.  Be strong,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I tell him, don't think of it as going dead, not
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀when we've still so much future ahead, yet
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he knows it won't be long.
       
       
       
       
                                   [posted for Sara as of date written]
              
13
Dec
12

Keratoplasty


       
       How nice! They'll take my eyes
           to help some stranger see as bad
       as my squint's had to make out. 
       
       Nothing else I've got's considered good
           enough to pass along. And by the time
       they realize their mistake, I'll be long gone,
       
       out of even second sight. They'll see
           what I've known all along, how I'll look
       no better than the worst you'll let me be. 
       
       
       
       
                                   [posted for Sara as of date written]
              
12
Dec
12

Straight up ahead



Straight up ahead, look for me.
    You can't possibly miss.
I'll stand where you know I'd be.       
       
       
                            [posted for Sara as of date written]
       
11
Dec
12

As Composed



As composed as I will remember
myself to have been, my glass eyes
staring straight up past their light
far into the timeless reaching skies,
who will know the fury of my flight?

As composed as I will expect
my face to have been, my stiff lips
frozen on their final vow, their warm
outlasting a breathless moon's eclipse,
who will feel my vision's frenzied form?

As composed as I will cast
my will to have been, my dying touch
relaxing its hold on their white sheets
to spill ink behind me, a poem as such,
who will break the spell my word completes?       
       
       
                            [posted for Sara as of date written]
       
11
Dec
12

Rondelet



Go on ahead—
we'll cross again some future moon. 
Go on ahead;
don't make me leave you first instead
before you leave me. Opportune
occasion cuts us quick too soon.
Go on ahead. 

I'll be there soon,
I promise.  Long before we're dead,
I'll be there.  Soon
this dark will fall.  This coming June
or May or April, words we said
will speak to us anew.  Ahead!—
I'll be there soon.
       
       
       
                            [posted for Sara as of date written]
       
27
Nov
12

Faintest Ink


       
                                   "The faintest ink 
                                   is more powerful than 
                                   the strongest memory." 
                                          — Chinese Proverb
              
              
              
My faintest ink will its own memory
indelibly transcribe in absentee
reminders of a dream I'd tried to think
immune to fading. Words I've drowned out sink
in silence smudging visions I'll foresee. 

Not long from now, what's credited to me
will tangle up with indistinct debris
until it's all gone gray. These lips will drink
                                   my faintest ink. 

Yet I'll outlast my feeblest poetry
in fancy only. Words are always free
to take on new lives, whereas past lives shrink
to ghosts' remembrances, a casual blink
what might've come if I'd but chanced to be
                                   my faintest ink. 
       
       
       
                                          [posted for Sara as of date written]
       



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