every time
shaping the sounds carefully
and rolling them off her tongue
into the silence
they stick and she shifts them
with her hands in the air
like a child adjusting their photo
against the paste
and they wait for her
to get it just right
and then begin
because they know
"once upon a time"
could be a door into the future
thats what she hopes anyway
in her concrete castle
2 comments:
i feel that the title had so much more potential than what you wrote. not that the poem was bad in any way, i thoroughly enjoyed it. it's just that i feel there's some really great stuff that that title could be standing over.
i know i feel that too.
its one of the few that i really want to go mess with and edit. it was a starter poem...like one that i need to write just to keep my hand in but the title...something there...i'll find it..
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