Aug 2020
How typical that I have come to you late,
as if almost missing the capture of a spectacular
snowfall of notes,
a journal splayed open just
enough so I can memorise,
breathe between your fine lines.
- If I am to collide into autumn,
bruise my head with throbbing bolts and arrows,
you couldn’t possibly know
how I want to absorb your disclosures
from a speck of planet I’ve never been,
the words healing me like tears of silver medicine.
as if almost missing the capture of a spectacular
snowfall of notes,
a journal splayed open just
enough so I can memorise,
breathe between your fine lines.
- If I am to collide into autumn,
bruise my head with throbbing bolts and arrows,
you couldn’t possibly know
how I want to absorb your disclosures
from a speck of planet I’ve never been,
the words healing me like tears of silver medicine.
Written: August 2020.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired by the music of Phoebe Bridgers. All feedback welcome. Personally I feel this is certainly one of the strongest poem I've done all year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, inspired by the music of Phoebe Bridgers. All feedback welcome. Personally I feel this is certainly one of the strongest poem I've done all year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
