but! i'm taking an online poetry class this quarter (yes, again) and so every week i will be posting a poem that i have written. exciting, eh?
here's a rough draft of my firsty: (i'll post the final when it's done)
We have lived and survived
unlike our buried kin.
But the bridge collapsed and buckled
In upon ourselves.
The cement rains across the waters
And the panicked fish.
Our bridge has collapsed and sank
To the river's feet.
The beaver makes herself at home
Within our wreckage.
And her kit will stare with big brown eyes
At our mess.
The water's damned just like our fortune
And tethered minds.
The wind will pull my words to you
Farther down the stream.
We'll stand in silence with the bulrush tall
We won't say anything.
Then the crippled man will fish no more
He'll go on home.
To the wife he's kept and the home he's built
With his bare hands.
They'll rock in chairs, holding hands
For another sixty years.
The trusses rust in a faint orange glow
We've killed everything.
And the bird in flight closed his eyes
But nothing reappeared.
ps: aol just informed me that cindy mccain (john's wifey) is the heiress to anheuser-busch. totes ewwwwwwww!
ps: aol just informed me that cindy mccain (john's wifey) is the heiress to anheuser-busch. totes ewwwwwwww!
