Huddled in my pine,
I turn to glance across the grass
at the two boys in the other tree.
I didn't expect them to be laughing,
but there they were,
jabbering animatedly
in words too low to hear.
They don't notice that my arms
are held tight around my knees,
that I have to blink
more than normal
to keep away the tears.
They have some bond
that I can only view from afar --
but that I would give anything
to have with them.
An hour of silence
proves it's impossible.
oh my god. wait, irene. jnfsgjdhhsaf. this is so weird i keep reading these poems and can completely relate. maybe that's what it is, your writing just speaks to all, but really really i have been feeling this way too, like all year... i know you wrote this a long LONG time ago but really. i love your poems so much. you need to keep up the blog!!!! i can't wait to read the rest of them.
ReplyDeletealright lily, i will keep it up =] I have so many more that I can post.
ReplyDeleteanyway, the whole reason I show these to people is in the hopes that they'll relate. I'm so glad when they speak to people