Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it will get so quiet
you may think
your voice anything
less than rivers,
tabernackle,
spine
lifted
luminous.

you may think
you don't belong
here: it will get so
sad you may think
yourself away, sitting on
a stone bench,
suicide bridge Portland, OR
crying into your knees

this too is okay.

rosary becomes therapist
bookshelf becomes temple
the sorrow is no anchor
(when they say they cannot see
god are they are not looking
at you?)

it will get so quiet
your thoughts will
produce cigarette buts,
empty pill bottles,
coping lacerated,
drunken voice mails
to the wrong numbers,
dunce'd dial tones,
smothered
smiles with
hope and fear

and this is all okay

yeah its really al ok, cause what it is is what it is.....enjoyed the read, keep em coming

out from the brink
another reason to smile

yes yes, mark are you into stoicism at all? your post reminded me of that

thank you for reading wireman and judih!

cheers!

thank you for your comment, Ton.

but this poem isn't about suicide, at least that was not my intention. i am just trying to say it is okay to be sad.

in Portland there's a bridge called "suicide bridge" because people jump off it.

i once drove by and saw a woman sitting on a stone bench crying "into her knees"

perhaps that wasn't very clear, which is my fault.

thats good shit, man. thank you.

i don't fall in love with my poems i just tend to abandon them

hey whoaisme-

Like your style...appreciate it !


ed

first rain here since november - my snowblower is getting soaked - I'm anything but sad