Maybe I Should Stick to Prose: Volume Deux

13 Jan

Alright, here we go with my second installment of Maybe I Should Stick to Prose. And, clearly, I have once again disregarded my very own suggestion. I realize that I haven’t written anything in a while, and I apologize for that. This one I wrote tonight in a very short amount of time, and maybe I should have spent longer on it. Either way, here you have it.


Frost licked the glass,
tracing our hands.

The ice dripped
down the branches
of the tree
growing from beneath.

Something of a mist
had gathered in the light.
I couldn’t see the end
of the street.

Mouths slipped.
Hands fell.
Eyes roved.
Looking for something
to catch.

Rusted aches
were swept away;
there was nothing
left to say.

I was his blanket;
fast asleep on a bed of snow.


One Response to “Maybe I Should Stick to Prose: Volume Deux”

  1. theothergardener January 13, 2010 at 8:21 PM #

    Perfect. Don’t change a lick, or a slip. The change in speed (of reading) in the middle section—where lines are reduced to single words—is a marvelously executed variation, like a sudden arpeggio in a slower, more reflective piece.

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