Published August 9, 2007
The happiest days of my life:
sun, unfiltered, cascading through the vacant
windows.
A tender gaze of light, a silk sheet
with which to shelter our nakedness
in glorious sincerity.
Love, an energy that cannot be broken,
but dispersed
-- shattered, like splintered light; shards that
rustle like the intake of breath in absolute silence.
Our bodies bending stillness like a bow, taking flight,
exciting the urge to feel, be felt and smile
in moments sensed, and known, forgotten,
then remembered.
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Otherwise, it was OK. Isn't much my kind of poetry, I guess.
I enjoyed reading this and I enjoyed how the voice behind this is different from a lot of these poems; it was more sedate and direct, light and dignified, maybe even a bit sad. I think the contrast makes this poem. It doesn't get flowery and long and flowy and it doesn't get too excited. Logically, you might say it doesn't fit, but it reads well and the feel is important.
The ending I don't like as much; there are clear images throughout, and they're fresh - bodies like a bow is a nice one, as well as the light that goes through the whole poem -- but the ending idea of "forgotten then remembered" is one I've seen a lot. It's brief and general, not worded in any new way, and doesn't add as much as it needs to at the end.