I don't really know you,
But I want to.
Naturally.
I hope we hit it off permanently.
I will spend the whole day with you
Of course.
And as soon as I get a feel for you
I'll want to live one more day
To know you again.
I will meet you before the sun.
And when he catches up
At Dawn
You will be the shadow,
Rain or shine,
Cuffed to my hand
Until Dusk.
The clouds whisper your mood.
The stars wink incessantly.
But I don't believe they really know
What you hold.
And even when you hold me,
I will reach for you still.
Is there nothing I can bring you?
Is there anything you need to tell me,
That I will need to know?
You may bring me joy
Or sorrow
And I will bring my all.
All I have is this Present
And I seem to remember
That you gave it to Day
So I don't feel that I can give
What isn't truly my own.
As long as you will be there
For me,
I promise I will not look back
And cheat you;
I don't mind always being one step behind
If you don't mind.
Then this is my Present to Morrow:
A song, one song, one tune.
I will hum it
For you
And you will bring it back
To me.
You won't need to wait for me;
I'll be ready.
8 comments:
Em, you're such a great writer/poet/popcorn entrepreneur! I fully expect to see you reading one of your poems at the next presidential inauguration in 8 years. P.S... how would you feel about hanging out sometime?
Clever!
That's terribly nice.
I especially like the stanzas:
"You will be the shadow,
Rain or shine,
Cuffed to my hand
Until Dusk."
You make me a little embarrased for my anemic entries.
You really liked that part, Goshzilla? I stared at it for the longest time as a least favorite part. Well cool. & thanks A and O!
I dunno. Maybe I played "cops and robbers" too much as a kid? (Um. Probably not.)
Maybe it's that the rest of the poem speaks to Tomorrow fondly and in pretty warm terms; the hopes and challenges it brings, and the inherent newness of it all. Those particular stanzas, however, lend your poem a little darkness (at least the way I read it), and point towards a slight bit of, well, fear is far too strong of a word, but at least a small sense of reluctance or perhaps even weariness that could be possible in a string of tomorrows. And tomorrows... creeping in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded blah blah.
Heh. Sorry.
Yeah. I'm not sure. I guess it just adds another layer of color to an already nice piece. Even on their own, though, I still like the images those lines conjure up in my tiny mind. YMMV.
I'm also a big fan of:
The clouds whisper your mood.
The stars wink incessantly.
But I don't believe they really know
What you hold.
Nephelomancy and astrology be darned!
All in all, nicely evocative.
And I guess this is kind of a clumsy way to communicate, but I wrote a response to your query a while ago, under the Rapunzel's Revenge post in my own blog. I don't think you may have seen it, but... Well, it's there.
Thanks again for sharing. I look forward to future work.
Nephelomancy and astrology be darned!
My sentiments exactly
WOW, I loved this!
Deep stuff, huh? Deep and beautiful.
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