untitled (20170418)

the sun throws rocks at me
and my umbrella
shudders under the weight
of these fiery meteors

my hair reeks of smoke
tiny holes have begun appearing
in my shirt where the cosmic
ash has fallen

how i wish they didn’t carry
all that gravity with them
in addition to their smoldering
hearts

——

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Day 18

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11 thoughts on “untitled (20170418)”

  1. “how i wish they didn’t carry
    all that gravity with them
    in addition to their smoldering
    hearts”

    This stanza speaks to me profoundly, not only because of the double meaning of “gravity,” but because of something else I can’t quite grasp. I’ve read it multiple times, and while I sense its significance to me, I have yet to decipher its complete message…

    And yes, I realize that, as the reader, I am likely infusing meaning into content you did not intend. Yet even that speaks to the brilliance of this poem, that it could speak to many of so many diverse things…

    Well done, sir, well done! 😀

  2. Short but good. Nothing wrong with a poem that gets to the point. We would love your feedback on our new short called A few good fries, check it out at Gastradamus and be a part of the conversation

  3. I echo all that Lisa said above. I’ve read this over a few times. There’s sort of an end-of-the-world feel to it, a jeremiad, but something else, too. I really like that last stanza. 🙂

    1. Thanks a lot. I like getting the feedback since I have no idea (usually) if my poems are any good. Glad it stuck with you.

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