missing you

March 10, 2007

Crowds of tears
are stalking me like funghi,
poisonous and magical:

you take your chances, boy,
let the river do its job.
Missing. The word bears two stupid puns:
throw and keep

missing. I keep missing
because the alternative is to lose
even the absence.


4 Responses to “missing you”

  1. Hi Endlessly,

    Reading your poetry transports me to another world.

  2. Yours is one of the most gratifying compliments I’ve ever had, because that’s exactly my intention. Thankyou so very much.

    Endlessly πŸ™‚

  3. not to contradict a compliment,…maybe just to complicate it,… but for me, it is almost the opposite sensation from being transported to a different world. often, like in this poem, i feel the feelings i have of this world come into concrete tangible touchable form, like a putting into this world, through the things of this world, those things that words can never speak, or that we never allow ourselves to speak.

  4. Well, poems seek to do that too I think. Poetry is about language, sure, but it’s even more about the space between the words, the experience we try to call into being for the reader, that only you can know. The shadow language that is your own, but also shared because we all live in the same world.

    Or maybe I’ve been dancing too much this evening and my head’s gone fluffy πŸ˜‰ . Glad you liked the poem sweetie.


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