Waving Gesture

Posted in sonnet, sonnet cycle by maggie on 2014/04/02

See, what get said against what's said, gets meant
against what's meant, gets known against what's known.
Like, journeys never get there on their own,
but rather make it sent against what's sent
as though bound for an unknown continent—
you'll not know what it takes to live alone
until you've gone against yourself, get shown
your own departure leaving where it went.
So listen, you're not coming home.  You're lost
and only need an open bed to stay
until you realize I'm your worst mistake.
Yeah right. Go on, go drifting on your lake
pretending you'll arrive somewhere someday
without once having traced the lines I crossed.
Tagged with: , ,

One Response

Subscribe to comments with RSS.

  1. t h i n g s + f l e s h said, on 2014/04/02 at 20:38

    spare, reflective and wise. such a lovely poem. tony

Sincere comment by readers who accept responsibility for their words will earn my appreciation and response.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: