Monday, April 16, 2012

NaPoWriMo: Poem/Draft a Day for April, National Poetry Month: 16/30

Love Poem

I've forgotten again what derelict means.
Desolate, abandoned, ruined, you say.

We exhale hot on the lenses of our glasses,
wipe them clean,

walk away from the future,
artificially bright.

When people hear explosions,
they hold on tight,

but can’t keep atoms intact.

What is there to say?
Nothing new.

You've already said these words to me.
I've already said them to you.

2 comments:

  1. Thanks to "Best American Poetry" who posted this today, I got to read this beautiful truth the way you express it:
    "When people hear explosions,
    they hold on tight,

    but can’t keep atoms intact."

    ReplyDelete