blown sideways on a map
of self-destruction

i think that’s what she said while trying to smile
and i never was one to argue with deliverance
even after tilt-shift became a normal point of view

i wanted to hold you
at least your hand
but paper thin skin
kept rising between us

none of us means to die
even when we want to

trying to smile at her own lost joke
fingers scrabbling at the corners
of a crooked mouth gone dry

like the wind i drank
to forget your sky




A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
No rules this year, just poems. We will see what happens.

4 Responses to “blown sideways on a map
of self-destruction”

  • Gerry Says:

    This poem speaks to me about aging and “last days.” Two friend celebrate birthdays this month. One is 97 and the other, 99. I’ve made peace with using a walker ALL the time. Age has powerful effects!!
    Thanks for your poems!

  • Susan Says:

    Oh. here you are again, blowing me sideways with your words and images and I am never one to argue with it … just thank you.

  • grapeling Says:

    I’ve been remiss visiting. Am glad the prod of April is upon us.

    This is beautiful, and that last couplet…. sublime ~

  • Elizabeth Says:

    Oh this speaks to me about regret and mistakes… thank you for a beautiful poem.

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