Can you see
How the days have all just changed
Like a kindly face you used to know
That has turned away.
Call to me
Call in the children from the yard
The light has turned to blue
And reflecting on the leaves
That puddle on the ground.
And the wind blows in the barking of the dogs next door
And the smell of the woodsmoke
Makes you think
Of things that have all gone by.
Can you see
That the road has curved up from
The path you thought you’d take
And the things you thought you knew
Are all struggling to escape
While you shiver in your dress
And you’re regretting your bare knees
Standing on a dark street corner
With the stars wheeling over head like seagulls.
And sitting on the steps
Trying to break the thread of movement,
You’ve become a clockwork doll.
Maybe now
Is the time to go back home
Can you tell you’re honour bound
By all the stitches that you sewed
And the songs that you outgrew
And the dreams you used to dream
On top of your bunk bed.
Everyone says
This is the best time of your life
Going dancing by the sea
Ruin your red dress
Make the kind of music you’ll remember
When remembering’s all there is
But you’re just standing still.
It feels like a deckled edge
Like a ragged breath
All uneven and undone.
You go out
And see the all the pretty girls in coffee shops
And the traffic on the hill
And you listen for your steps
Like an echo of your thoughts
Half lost in the ebb and flow
Should have been a easy time
But you find it hard to breathe.
Empty pockets and a piece of string
And a bit of a sea shell
Like a fragment of a dream
A forgotten afternoon.
Go and put your mittens on
There’s a frost that’s coming in.
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I'm on rocky footing with my poetry lately. Review and ConCrit welcome.
