Thursday, April 03, 2008

Remember April, 1969

I am somewhere among the folds of red lanterns in Vietnam
and in the sound of my mother’s moans as you made love.
I linger in the recesses of your mind
like smoke from your very last cigarette.
As long as you live you can never forget me.
I know this;
and in a way it is a comfort.
I am an unwanted nuisance of tangles of memories;
like strings of colored lights after years of Christmases gone.
I am there,
still and knowing.
There are times when I can remember your hands;
large and unyielding and rough, like your heart.
There are times I can remember your voice;
drunken and deep, with a Jersey drawl (if there is such a thing)
and I wish things could have been different,
yet stay the same.
It is a safe place...
one in which you and I know all to well.

3 comments:

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  2. the beginning of this poem "i am somewhere" drew me in right away. words like linger, still, unyielding create such images.

    and that wish for things to be different yet the same resonates deeply.

    so glad you are sharing your words here...

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  3. love it....and you...
    M.D.

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