not that i think poetry is ‘mundane babble’ but theres no other place suitable
anyway…
ps. im writing this now (as i write) and im going to leave it just as it is, make no changes -
here goes then…
I have left her far away, left
her on that great continent;
And I know - felt her loss for
ten months.
She is still alive, but I can’t
fathom it - that she is at this
precise
very moment taking in
tropical air, eating, learning.
Yes and how my mind fails
to remember even flickering
image of her face. I remember
only those silent grey pavement
avenues; trees sprouting from concrete,
leaves curling around the corners
of my vision, white sky.
I remember walking with her,
and then
walking alone.
…
- post your poems!