"emailed" poems
This is a tribute. A goodbye letter, whatever you wanna call it. A thank you, I guess. Thankyou for saving me. Thank you for keeping me. Thank you for watching over me and teaching me and preaching to me and thankyou, thankyou, thankyou for making me see that I was gifted with a life. This is for you. Everything I do, everything I write, everything I say, is for you.
One month ago tomorrow, you died.
One month ago tomorrow, I checked my email expecting to find some spam mail and a few notifications about something I didn't really care about, maybe even a reply from that person I emailed a while ago.
One month ago tomorrow, I checked my email and found an email from your mom saying that you were so sorry, so so sorry, but that you had passed.
One month ago tomorrow, I collapsed on the floor and mourned for the loss of my best friend, my soul mate.
One month ago the day after tomorrow, I walked into school and I kept my cool but I saw you there in front of me. I could put you there and I could see you and I could hear you and you haunted me and my friends all said "You're different."
That day, I had an anxiety attack and went home because I COULDN'T handle it.
Tomorrow, I will walk into school and I will keep my cool but inside I will be dying and sobbing and weeping and mourning for the loss of you.
Tomorrow, I will sit in the same place I did one month ago the day after tomorrow and stare into nothing and see you and hear you and smell you and my friends will say "you're different".
Tomorrow, I might have an anxiety attack. I might go home but I will try not to. I CAN handle it.
When we first met, you told me your worst fear was that you were afraid to die.
3 months ago, you slit your wrists and by the time you realised what you were doing and sane enough to stop you tried to save yourself.
You succeeded.
You got better.
1 month ago tomorrow, you died of natural causes.
We were supposed to become psychologists together and go to New York and study at the same university and open a private practice, where did that end up at?
Goodbye, and thank you, and I'm sorry I didn't say I love you enough, and I'm sorry I didn't take more pictures, and I'm sorry I didn't say what I wanted to say, and I'm sorry we fought, and I'm sorry we wasted so much time planning for a tomorrow we were never going to have.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
When you turn a blind eye
I know you still see
it just means its ok
what he's doing to me
You think of yourself
and what you have to lose
every time he comes home
stinking of *****
Turning your back
gives the ok to do
whatever to me
so he don't do it to you
I hope that its worth it
all the **** that you'd lose
to you let me your son
become bruised and abused
You dont hear the screams
or the cries in the night
or the slaps and the punches
when I put up a fight
But don't worry about me
cos I died long ago
just forgot to lie down
so that no one would know
There's nowhere I can run
and nowhere I can hide
When folks tried to help
you just stood there and lied
Well lie about this
when this poem gets read
the truth will come out
they'll know why I'm dead
They'll know that you knew
and you turned a blind eye
right up to the day
I decided to die
For the longest time now
I've been dead inside
well enough of this ****
I got nothing to hide
I was only a kid
that was destined to lose
so his ***** of a mom
got her smokes and her *****
And her **** of a boyfriend
that twisted old ****
got his pleasure from kids
or as he called me her "runt"
You should know when you read this
fore the razor bit down
that I emailed this poem
to the papers in town
I hope that you find me
and it fills you with pride
try and turn a blind eye
now you've nowhere to hide
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
Another day of heartbreak
I got dumped, what the hell
There was not even a phone call
It was by electronic mail
Bits and bytes of rejection
flying through electronic space
Just to tell me "I don't love you"
I got emailed in the face
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
A week ago I was fired
Went to work like every day
found the door locked and all boarded
He ******* off with all my pay
No notice, and no phone call
Just a sign upon the door
A cardboard notice of rejection
Saying "you don't work here no more"
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
My dog ran off last weekend
Left the house and ain't come back
He ran off with that pack of dogs
And he ain't coming back
I bought him as a puppy
Now he's left and he's long gone
But he left a pile of rejection
On the corner of my lawn
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away
My tomorrow's may be better
But then again, I'm not so sure
I've got the blues from this rejection
And I don't think there's a cure
so I sit here in my trailer
Drinking the same thing every day
Sitting in my ripped t-shirt
Drinking all my tomorrows away
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:22 PM UTC
The old fishing boat shiny, worn yet proud
Had many an old fish bone scraped across its deck
Heard stories that would make your hair curl
and had seen weather at its worst but what the heck.
Had seen all the fish available from all the seas
nothing would surprise this old girl anymore.
Had the strength to carry on whatever the gale
Grin and bear it or go as you have gone before.
Its engine, had seen some time in its old life
struggling through seas as high as waves could get
Through ice as thick as an island so as to speak
and the new fishing boats wince if they get wet.
They would not last five seconds in conditions
like my fishermen have served thought the boat
Well if it could think that is what it would think
They look delicate and I dare say they would float.
But now the old fishing boat was being admired
stroked lovingly by tourists with cameras and tales.
Ice cream accidentally smeared on the deck
With its worn polished look and ragged sails.
But it was proud, and so it should be
For the fish it has fed folk, fishermen it had sailed
But now it had a place in tourist's heart, the town
It was admired, photographed and now emailed.
A buyer with plenty of money and hope in his heart
had bargained and won his bid. It was now his dream
to sail the boat with children on board and parents
sightseeing on board complete with a holiday team
Dressed in navy and white striped with straw hat
No fishing lines, nets, poles just an orange float.
With a sign that indicated the price of the trip
A retirement, a nice little trip for the fishing boat.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
The essential inconsequential
Texted, tweeted and emailed
Tumblred and Facebooked
Of each embarrassing moment.
Hollywood star marital atonements,
Selfie in the bathroom,
Selfie in the bar,
Selfie in the shower,
Selfie in the car,
The intrinsic need,
To document each
Major or minor event,
Led many to the public noose
For what they had let loose.
They are tried in the press
And and found wanting.
Wanting more! and wanting more!
Only to satisfy ourselves, that we are
Hash Tag Selfie Me
Truly the center of the universe
....................................JMF 10/5/14
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
It feels so wrong to think of you
But even after all these years
We're still dancing in my dreams
I dont think I ever told you
But from that time I emailed you
I still thought we were meant to be
Writing usually feels easy
But with this I am terrified
I'm afraid you'll think I'm crazy
I don't want to bring you pain
I don't want to be so selfish
But these memories can drive me mad
I read something you wrote before
From that last time we hungout
When you thought I didn't care
I was distant because I was scared
It'd been years and I still loved you
I hurt you, and I loved you
I never told you it back then
Because I felt I'd hurt you more
I'd done enough, without making it worse
I know it's a silly thing
Since we don't know each other now
But I want to
Back then I thought our story wasn't over
That we'd connect again once we were older
But now I live across the country
And I'm too afraid to say hello
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 9:59 PM UTC
I called you
in search of a lightbulb.
After three months
of no contact,
and my feelings
remaining unchanged,
I expected the worst.
But, it actually was
for the best.
You never called me back.
No, instead you emailed me:
a cold, impersonal note
giving me only the required
information,
giving me only a hint
of what was.
Not particularly romantic
but quite realistic.
You’ve moved on.
Maybe I should, too.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
I’ve got a lock and key, what you got? You got a door,
a shrapnel embedded cupboard
Curiously covered up that there is, do you want go out?
No I got a boyfriend, but I do have a few contraceptives
Or I could show you my funny parts and we could plateau on the platonic
Abstinence is on par with networking
Oh shipwrecks of relationships, your waters never looked safe, your shoreline so rocky,
but your sail, if you see what I’m saying. ******* that wind a high-inducing pitch of a stank
You took me to the foreign lands and never brought me back,
a souvenir got emailed. Which I have just picked up, it’s actually rather beautiful,
especially if we picked it out together
It is a bullet and that is rather cliché in the expectable in this sense of the world,
but the copper lining is exquisite, insert random bit about consumerism
Then spin a bit around voyeurism, then mention the outcome of the movies,
the moving bits. The back & forth where it all starts
But like I said, you want a contraceptive? Or maybe just a sock? How about a **** addiction?
This really isn’t a discussion we should be having,
I don’t like arguing about these things and I’m a transvestite and rather think they don’t apply
See the bit you said was babies and the bit I said was from the bible
Jesus and Black Moses, walking down the street
Preaching for the freaks
Then the bit you said was more like, I don’t know what I’m saying, I mumble and moan
And think about *** and college and loans and the bit that really stuck out was
“Babies, they really just freak me out.”
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:11 PM UTC
The Pill
Called up big Pharma,
Sad and depressed,
I told them straight out:
Dudes, I need a new karma.
*NO problem they cheerfully replied,
(later I wondered, which pill they were on)
We custom make, haute couture, drug-design,
Mood enhancers, in little canisters,
You need only supply the cash and the system vascular!
Your soul's desire?
To be a better wilder, rambler,
Or a life calmer, better anchored?*
I know what I want, exactly,
A pill that removes
Specific words
From the frontal lobe temple
Verbal storage center.
*NO problem! (so cheery it was kinda scary)
Which words would you like to have
Exorcised, annihilated, irradiated, confiscated?*
I list from below, from side to side,
Let not one be denied,
Bury them all in nether-lands,
Swamp them under mountains of
Granite and sand,
Banish them from my lexicon.
How much do you charge?
But one dollar per word.
The list I emailed complete,
Herein I reprint.
Scars Pain Wound Strain Torture Anguish
Disfigure Damage Mar Mutilate Maim Blemish Deface Damage Ruin Distress
Afflict Trouble Wound Torment Agonize Sad Suffer Sting Throb
Torture Torment Despair Suffer Distress Hurt Vex Trouble
Ache Hurt Misery Woe Bitterness Misery Agony Bitter
Heartache Afflict Hurt Cut Loathing Shatter Broken
Alone Bleed Struggle Self-destruct Monster
Nightmare Cornered Darkness Horror
Loner Confused Goodbye Suicide
Slash Cut Desolate Submerge
Dissipate Dead Stinking
Enough.
Awaiting my concoction sweet,
When an answer they begat,
A response forthcoming, indeed was snubbing!
**Dear Sir/Madam,
We regret to inform you that we are unable to manufacture
Said item. Removal of these words would be a violation of
Federal Poetry Laws.
Sadly yours,
Big Pharma
P.S. Are you the author of "Yo! Yo! Warning: the government is reading your poetry! (Metadata Mining This Site) on HP?"**
P.P.S. Please do not contact us anymore.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
My creative writing teacher from last semester just emailed me.
I am the 2013 recipient of the James Haba Award for Excellence in Poetry.
And 6 of my poems are going to be published in the Mid Rivers Review!
I am so excited!! Thank you all so much for your support and your constructive criticism.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Thank you for
the wish-you-were-here photo
that you emailed today,
so soft, beautiful, and peaceful,
your fairyland winter,
a reminder to entreat you
"please, please keep it there!"
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
what do you say in a traditional wedding toast?
I’m not a traditionalist
I’m a poet
I’m not too good at structured, sentimental texts
i speak in chopped verses so
here’s my non-traditional, non-structured, sentimental wedding toast
in verse
my memories
flash and fade quickly like lights flicker on and off
i'm toddling around the house right behind you
where are you going?
can i come too?
i'm barefoot in the driveway washing your car
you took pictures, no doubt laughing at the streaks we left on the windows because, shortness
i'm sitting on the bus rifling through your purse like the nosy little kid I am
you're chaperoning one of my school field trips
one of the aids asks if you're my mother
you chuckle and say "nope, i'm her sister"
i roll my eyes because isn't it obvious we're sisters?
okay, it wasn't obvious we're sisters
i'm bouncing down the hallway to your room
stopping suddenly at the sight of packing boxes
college
you're leaving me
"we'll be okay" you said
i believed you even though i could have sworn
i was losing my sister to the big city for good
we wrote letters
we skyped
we emailed
and i called you
so many times
we were okay
fifth grade, you bring a guy home
but not just any guy
i think we all knew this one was different
i saw it in your eyes
i was only 11 but i knew what love looked like
b, you always told me i was the wind beneath your wings
you can't break the bond of sisterhood
you just can't
but maybe the bonds will loosen
i thank you for the memories
they were fantastic and i'm looking forward to seeing what the future has in store for us
i'm thinking
babies would be nice
In time...
so my dear sister,
tell me how married life is
i hope this night was everything you always dreamed of
nick, you've got to be
the happiest guy in the world right now
i'm only 16 but i know what love looks like
it looks like his gaze on her glowing beauty
it looks like a promise of forevers proclaimed in front of loved ones
it looks like my sister
finding her other half
and my brother in law
finding his.
-rgp
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Really Rick (r, top hat, woody, james)...?
I just love how you blocked me
but you keep coming to comment on my poems...
The thing about it is you think
I can't see the comment that you write,
but you thought wrong.
**Hint hint: I can login out & see the comments
and I get emailed anytime someone comments on my poems**
..............
**R said, '' Woof, don't send your teenage minions to fight
your battles if they can't handle a blunt response to
their contact with me. It is kind of weird that a 65 year old
delusional man has a 16 year old girl doing his ***** work''**
.....
First off wolf aint my daddy,
but if you would like to meet my daddy
then I would be more than happy to introduce y'all. ;D
I'm not doing wolfs ***** work.
I suggested something to you regarding wolf...
You came back and attacked me.
I guess you thought I was playing
when I said ''come at me again & we gonna have some problems''
Ranger Rick you live where... in North Carolina right? ......
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
When I left, we promised to stay in touch.
I remember for months we’d send emails every day, keeping as close as possible.
On our birthdays we’d post photos of us smiling for all the world to see.
“One of my closest friends” the caption would say.
“I miss you so much” my comment would be.
I seem to have skipped years between then and now, because I lay awake wondering how we’ve grown so distant.
The last time I emailed you was two years ago, for Christmas. I told you I would call later.
I never did.
I think your birthday was last week. I wouldn’t have known if not for my phone showing me a photo of us at a pool, “seven years ago”, holding plates of cake.
At some point I stopped wishing you a happy birthday, but I can’t remember when.
At some point you stopped telling me your plans for the holidays. At some point I stopped thinking about you every day.
Sometimes I can go months without missing you.
I hate it.
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
Fidelity vows were broken,
Stolen moments kept disclosed
thinking no one would get hurt,
No one would ever know,
calling out to her as you lay sleeping
in my bed-Day dreaming of her in my home!
Words said to a would be Mistress's.
"I Love You more than You'll ever know"
Whats left for me then huh?
these scars this un-mended pain?
how can this broken heart mend?
You didn't or wasn't really willing to try
to identify or understand me
or this pain you caused inside.
Your insecurity from you misdeed
got you trying to turn it all around,
Pointing fingers & blaming me
when you know & knew I did nothing
wrong.
Check out your own history &
your present behavior,
You had me thinking I was insane.
You & I been betrayed in the past
But I believed you,
When you said this
we shared was different,
you never hurt me like that way.
I'm more than qualified to help
you through anything
Been all that you wanted,needed,
But not this, not when
you lied then tried to hide,
Covered up like national security.
I admit we had unresolved issues,
nothing we couldn't have worked through,
You could of been honest, confronted me.
Talked & worked on us.
You tried so hard to justify your lies,
try to make excuse,
Reasoning your deceit
dictate & make it my fault...
Chemistry between us
was beyond anything
I've had before,
You let your greed destroy us.
It's like you spiritual dumped
hydrochloric acid on me,
my love for you & my feelings.
I never once controlled you,
never tried to use
or ever tired to manipulate you,
As you emailed text talked & wrote,
You insulted our relationship,
my trust and love for you.
Broke your vows,
Your promises went astray.
my love for you
was almost equivalent
of the love I had for my children,
my daddy & grandparents.
There wasn't nothing
I wouldn't of done for you.
It's to late to apologize,
to late for forgiveness,
I told you Begged you to
come clean,
over & over
I said baby let's talk,
YOU had your chances-
You refused
and now I refuse to ever
be with you after all this.
Never Ever Again!
Always Me Ayeshah
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
So, the world is laughing at me.
again.
It really likes to do that.
Most of the jokes are about you,
by the way.
They are also emailed to me,
by you.
I think that you need me,
you said you did.
Then I realize the truth:
I am a dumping ground.
Sitting and waiting for you to come
see me.
Your words carry me, only to put me
down.
Why do you do that?
It’s not nice.
Yet I am still waiting, sitting.
So the joke’s on me,
Your dumping ground.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 5:44 PM UTC
Yes I hurt you
Yes I broke your heart
But I've been here since the end
I let you call me breaking down
Even though I was with my girlfriend
Simply because no one else would listen
And I ******* care about you
Yes I emailed you first
You chose to listen to others instead
And told me to move on
Two weeks pass
And you reach out to me
You want me back
But I had my closure
and started exploring new options
Yes I'm polyamorous
And it's been the best realization of my life
But to you I'm just selfish
I can't commit
Just because I can't be your property anymore
You even said you'd try it with me
Then turned around and called it debauchery
Yes I've made mistakes
I'm only human
And I'm growing every day
I am becoming a better person
But how can I keep moving forward
With you constantly tearing apart my soul?
Yes I say your words don't hurt
But I ******* love you
So they brand pain into my entire existence
And keep hurting both myself
And my beautiful new relationship
Because I'm putting all my energy into you
And yes I let it keep happening
But not anymore
I told your dad you tried to OD
I may have saved your ******* life
But all I did was ruin you right?
I tore you down and broke your hopes and dreams?
Tell me how, when I've been here the whole time
I have been supporting you in
Whatever you want to do with your life
I've been validating your feelings and
Trying to be there for you to talk
Because no one else was listening
But I'm just a piece of trash right?
No
I won't let you lead my life anymore
No
You don't get to steal my happiness
No
I will not let you hurt my relationship
No
I may have made mistakes but I'm not entirely bad
No
You do NOT get to take your anger out on me
Not anymore
I'm done
I'm out
Enjoy your life now
Because I'm done being the reason you hate it
You made your own choices
And you don't get to take that out on me
Not anymore
I'm done.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
I was alone in the dead of night,
my legs swinging over the side of my bed.
I longed for love,
the kind you write poems about.
blink
I was pushed down in the school corridor,
and some boy I had never seen before
helped me up.
I didn't learn his name until later that day
when I realised I had three classes with him.
blink
We held hands painfully tight,
scared that if a sliver of air
were to get in between us,
we'd crumble into the sea.
Scared that if anything interfered,
our love wouldn't be so special anymore.
Scared that if one of us stopped caring as much as the other,
there'd be no use in saying sorry,
because we're already done for;
we're already specks in the dust.
blink
You haven't been around for a while, and I'm scared you've found somebody new.
You wouldn't tell me if you did, would you?
You never did trust me.
blink
I was emailed last night.
You know what it was,
don't you?
An invitation to your wedding
on the other side of town.
I shook my head,
and pressed the Delete button,
just like you did
to us.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
We took some time off work, to meet for lunch. A flight of stairs down from the sidewalk. A basement coffee/book shop with ubiquitous old-Seattle esprit. Our easy conversation passed hours like minutes.
No, we met on the sidewalk. I thought it was you because you were standing, waiting, looking at your phone, wearing a (why are they all?) oversized firefighter's jacket. A man in uniform.
Actually, we met online. I was curious, checking out the site. Only one guy caught my interest and you emailed me first.
But we've met before. When I first saw your eyes, I recognized you from when we were infinite. I saw the deepest, clearest water and peace, a glimpse of life in love and summer sun.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 3:29 AM UTC
It's a big sized classroom
And I'm out of place
I think a camera's like a microscope
Once it's in my way
I emailed my teacher
'Said I don't like my face
I don't like my mind
I just don't like myself these days
I like to write in bed,
It gets this anxiety off my chest
Its only 11 in the morning
And i'm tired and stressed
I'm balancing,
All my hopes and doubts
And all my friends have worries too
But they speak theirs out loud
I'm not a baker,
But a.. Decorator
I like to decorate messy thoughts with fairy lights, rhymes and paper
I'm not a counsellor
But a.. Listener
Oh could you listen to my new song whenever it'll suit ya...
Well tell me something, what do you like to do?
Where's your favourite spot,
In this world where I favourite you
In this lonely town, where i only want to be next to you
Oh did this just turn into a love poem as i turned down 5th avenue..
I like train rides too,
I'm overcoming my fear of that
I used to worry i'd get lost
But I always seem to get back on track.
Follow my heart, follow the paths..
Follow the stars, as they spell your name in CAP'S..
Is this really a heartbreak,
Or just a sharp paper cut?
Sometimes the only way to get through to me is by ripping the bandaid right off
You did nothing to hurt me
I'm just a writer so paper cuts..
They happen often,
But its not the blood that's the loss..
Are you in love?..
Wait, Should I really know?
Well all I can do is go on
Obliviously so..
Um, are you okay?
I think that's the better question..
It's such a big sized classroom,
Filled with such important lessons,
Now.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
it was almost two months ago
my new job was going terribly
i had two managers
one was either a compulsive liar or losing her memory
to dementia or early alzheimers
the other one was a typical single, white, overweight woman
who enjoyed flying into fits of rage and preaching about white privilege
when she wasn’t giving angry lectures about how howard schulz’s wife
had nannies to help her raise her children
she didn’t like me
so i just quit, with no notice other than an email
saying i was resigning effective the time stamp of that email
two weeks before i quit, i had the saddest dream
about some guy i had a mental breakdown over ten years ago
i haven’t talked to him since some sad
emails in 2010, he never responded to my last email
i’de been looking him up online lately but retrieving no matches
because his name is so common and it’s been so long
in my dream he texted me or emailed me
magically, he had gotten my phone number
or one of the email addresses i use now
he wrote that he would be in my town
and asked if we could meet
i was really looking forward to it in the dream
i was getting ready, hair, make-up, clothes
i realized my dress had a ketchup stain on it
towards the end of that part of the dream
i don’t think my hair or makeup or face or body looked good
i looked like i look
ten years older and haven’t kept up or maintained anything
not that i looked good ten years ago, but i look a lot worse now
i sort of realized that when i saw the ketchup stain
then it occured to me that he never responded when
i either emailed or texted him back:
“yes, yes, let’s meet again”
there i was, excited, getting ready,
vacuuming a car I haven’t driven in years
i just wanted everything i wanted back
i thought we were going to meet that weekend
but then he emailed me saying
no, he wouldn’t be in town until the 22nd
march 22nd was on a wednesday this year
so i would have just been working late
and getting a bad review for anything i did
i quit my job on tuesday, march 21st, after a hard day of doing nothing
since then, i’ve drank a lot of wine, gotten ****** and smoked cigarettes.
i also found his mom’s facebook page
and his.
his is set to mostly private, but his mom had posted
some recent pictures of him and his girlfriend
he looked weak and unhappy in the eyes.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
On the train Trevor couldn’t help but notice
Miriam’s eyes, the perfect shade of green
He didn’t have much time to make his move
So he wrote on his card
That she was the prettiest he’d ever seen
After she got off, she looked him up
He was a happening guy
So she emailed him that he wasn’t the first
To give her a card on the train
But he was the one who made her smile the most
So she explained
They dated of course then came the day
They had to take the train
In the car, as they moved along, an a cappella group began to to sing
“I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You,” the refrain
Trevor then dropped to one knee
Now she carries his name
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC
In a clearing,
amongst the scran 'n frame
of winter's naked trees
that bow this way 'n that
to the capricious wind,
sits the screen house
all closed in with its seasonal wrap,
plastic sheeting translucent like an iced lake,
but vertical and wavy
when the breeze blows through here,
but inside the sun gathers
to collect itself in its own pleasure
and asks the question,
"Why is it so cold out there?"
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* My best friend from Maine emailed me
a photo of his screen house in winter that
he built on his fifty acre property with a view
of the coast 8 miles away.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC