Monday, January 17, 2011


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Little symbols lace the papers of your diary
Scattered among
Shards of paper
Words that cut like glass
Bemused I sit and write this

And wonder, I wonder
What was it that made you tick
Some days happy go lucky
Some days mentally sick

Quiet seems to be what you desired most
But without warning you were up like a shot
Moving from coast to coast
Explaining your needs on deaf ears
Tired ears
Ears that could no longer hear
Is that why you left
Did you need to go somewhere
That you could be heard
Somewhere where sense could be made of your word

I wonder now
Is it arrogance or the bond
Between us that makes me believe
I miss you most
Or is it that I have the time to write and ponder
Let my mind wander in the why of it all
I have just enough effrontery to blame God for this call
I want her back but there is no turning back now
I have to live with her death, like it was easy
Like I have the know how


Jingle said...

fantastic write.
lovely play with your idea of the symbols.


fiveloaf said...

lovely kristen..thank you for sharing.. my potluck is here:

Myrna R. said...

Very beautiful expression of grief. It's nice that you're using your talent to process what sometimes seems impossible.

Jingle Poetry said...

Happy Tuesday..

lightverse said...

You have an amazing command of the language. Beautiful.

kathew said...

your grief is beautifully expressed

Jingle said...

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EcoGrrl said...

hey girl, i want to thank you so SO much for the beautiful earrings i got in the mail today - what a perfect thing to wear on my birthday this monday! it was so incredibly thoughtful of you and i absolutely adore them!!! look for something sweet hittin' ya next week :)