Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes | Tags: 30 Poems in 30 Days, constellation, Esme Writes, megrez, Stars, ursa major
He was on Alkaid and
I was on Megrez
and every summer I can’t
escape the glaring eyes of
that damn bear head and
body that tore it all apart
I forgot for awhile the name of
His sun that he was the center of
some universe
untouchable by my poor
fading light
years away
and so much less
time than we needed
bears have teeth that
tear and throats that growl
and I still have Megrez
all these years later
Megrez
Dubhe
Merak
Phecda
Alioth
Mizar
Alkaid
Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes | Tags: 30 Poems in 30 Days, accidents, electricity, Esme Writes, fingers, lakes, Love, Sunday, toasters
We would reach the point of no return quickly
and swimming in the back
depths of my mind
were all these little flashes
all these little things
I struggle against
the relinquish of control
all too easily
left to the currents
and into the hands of someone
else as our fingers linked.
These gentle water depths
that churned with fingers
and eyes and lips charged
with an electricity not felt in..
the darkness makes it hard to
distinguish the details
or maybe I just spent too
long convincing myself that
all these momentary lapses of
judgement were just growing pains.
Like accidental electrocution.
Fishing in toasters with forks
sunday mornings and
the difference is mostly in
walking around the lake alone
and walking around the lake
fingers linked with someone else.
Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes | Tags: 30 Poems in 30 Days, delete, digital, Esme Writes, forgetfulness, photographs
We took photos because we wanted to remember
because being there
was just a little too real
a little too frightening
a lot too much
to process
all we needed was
a little pixelated glass screen
we weren’t sure what to do with each other
without that lapse of
time and the moments
where we made fun of the shapes of
our eyes and the turn of our mouths
before we pressed the delete button
a re-take
for posterity
all glistening teeth and smiles
like we loved being there
we could look back and talk about
all the perfect little moments
and ignore the awkward pauses
years from now we would forget about
the button
and just look back so gently and
fondly on the best years of our lives.
Esme Writes. 