I named my blog after the following poem I wrote in 2003. I posted it when I started the blog, but it's so far back into the archives now, I thought I'd bring it up to the top again.
Daily, you draw the line
between yesterday and today,
dare me to cross,
dare me to get close.
I stand in the backyard rain,
shirt soaked, jeans sucking
against hungry thighs, hear
you move around in the den,
stereo rising high
over a flash of lightning
to the east.
The Lettermen...
But of course
you would put them on
to taunt me
Defiant, I sing along,
face the night sky,
swallow raindrops, dance,
until I know that yes,
I can survive anything.
Even you.
Later, when I shiver out of wet
into dry, you already sleep,
back walled to my side of the bed,
dreaming your own song alone.
Pris Campbell
©2003
Published in Blackmail Press
12 comments:
Sounds so sad. Beautifully written!
p.s. you don't need an iron collar. I have a lot of bark, but no bite.
Hi Pat..thanks. And I wasn't afraid of you:-) Your poem brought a chuckle.
I'm glad you brought ti back so we could see it -- really nice!
Very lonely, hungry and longing piece of exposition. Enjoyed - much!
Thank you both.
I really like it. The rain washes clean each phase of our seasons.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
really love "songs to a midnight sky." reminds me of myself in my first marriage. on another note, so glad you like "sggw." thanks for the comments. warmly, chella
Hi Chella
I envy people who don't have to go through a marriage so alienated.
And you're welcome. Your chapbook is really great!
Hi Pris,
I liked this but feel that the most solid aspect of this poem is mitigated by the abstract, "telly" opening lines, which I find a bit weaker...
I stand in the backyard rain,
shirt soaked, jeans sucking
against hungry thighs, hear
you move around in the den,
stereo rising high
over a flash of lightning
to the east.
"jeans sucking against hungry thighs" is pretty damn good. VIsceral.
Anyway just my 0.02
Your two cents is welcome;-) Thanks. I see you're starting a blog. Good luck.
Hi Ellen
Thanks...and yup, this poem was the 'naming of the blog'.
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