we only said goodbye with words.
Nov. 15th, 2010 11:29 pmI had a terrible day. I locked my keys in my car (AGAIN!), only this time I was at school attempting to get a story done. I had to ditch the story and waited an hour and a half for a locksmith to arrive, and I had to pay $120 for him to get the door open. It sucked.
But on the other hand, I went to the writing group at the library and shared a poem, and got good feedback on it. So here it is:
Say Yes
it's down to
yes or no.
it's that easy.
say the word
and the world stops or
time continues its
slow and steady saunter
'round the bends.
say yes, and
here's what you get:
never having to go at
anything completely solo—
a union, but not in that way,
just you
and me—that's all.
a no
means this:
islands,
strings staying unattached
and left fluttering
in the wind.
what I ask of you:
I don't want the stuff of legend.
I don't want to be Fred and Ginger
(I don't do heels, anyway).
I don't need a symphony
in spring, and
I don't need a barrage
of constant assurance
or endless adulation
(you're beautiful/I love you/no, I love you more),
because as pretty as they are
those are just words and
after a while they
all
just
sound
the
same.
I want to know that I could be
trusted with something
so fragile and strong
something full of potential—
can't you see it?
look close, there's a glimmer
of something more.
and I have just
reached the point
when rhetoricals no longer matter
and I am scared but so in need
of something solid and
unquestionably real.
so my question still stands:
yes or no?
and I implore you to say yes.
But on the other hand, I went to the writing group at the library and shared a poem, and got good feedback on it. So here it is:
Say Yes
it's down to
yes or no.
it's that easy.
say the word
and the world stops or
time continues its
slow and steady saunter
'round the bends.
say yes, and
here's what you get:
never having to go at
anything completely solo—
a union, but not in that way,
just you
and me—that's all.
a no
means this:
islands,
strings staying unattached
and left fluttering
in the wind.
what I ask of you:
I don't want the stuff of legend.
I don't want to be Fred and Ginger
(I don't do heels, anyway).
I don't need a symphony
in spring, and
I don't need a barrage
of constant assurance
or endless adulation
(you're beautiful/I love you/no, I love you more),
because as pretty as they are
those are just words and
after a while they
all
just
sound
the
same.
I want to know that I could be
trusted with something
so fragile and strong
something full of potential—
can't you see it?
look close, there's a glimmer
of something more.
and I have just
reached the point
when rhetoricals no longer matter
and I am scared but so in need
of something solid and
unquestionably real.
so my question still stands:
yes or no?
and I implore you to say yes.
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Date: 2010-11-16 06:21 am (UTC)I'm the editor of my campus's literary magazine, and I kind of wish we got stuff like this as submissions.
LOL I had to edit because I forgot an emoticon. I'm a huge, huge dork.
:)