A collection of petite poems.
by Jackie Statkus-Perri
1.
I forgot how soft
Your hair can feel
Beneath my fingers
When I stroke
Your sleeping head
And whisper
Into your ear
That it is time for you
To stop dreaming.
I have been awake
For quite some time.
2.
He is as predictable as the tides,
rushing at me,
overwhelming me,
sweeping me out to sea.
Just when I get used to treading and floating
in his salty wetness,
he recedes,
swiftly, without warning
and leaves me stranded upon the beach.
3.
The art of living alone
Is quite new to my repertoire.
I am but a novice in this craft.
Decision and contemplation disordered,
Alas, it was fated.
I have yet to find all the tricks
Of this fastidious trade
But I shall be a maestro in no time,
No time at all.
4.
Hardest thing
I have ever done
Filling myself up
With just me
The fluff
Of others
Can no longer
Inflate me
That always seems
To force me
To calculate
How empty I was.
5.
I do not feel anger
For this betrayal
As one would expect
I have past the point of wrath
There are no answers
There are no questions
Just the facts and the reality
Of this mortal flaw
My body is now the enemy
And my mind the prisoner of war.
December 29th, 2005 at 1:51 pm
As usual, I am really proud of you. You keep writing your feelings and expressing yourself. You have never held back words before and you know exactly how to say things. Keep up the good work! Love ya, Mommie
January 4th, 2006 at 10:45 pm
These poems are lovely, a touch of sadness and a touch of hope.
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