Much as he left it when he went from us Here was the room again wherehe had been So long that something of him should be seen, Or felt-and so it was. Incredulous, I turned about, loath to be greeted thus, And there he was in his old chair, serene As ever, and as laconic as lean As when he lived, and as cadaverous. Calm as he was of old when we were young, He sat there gazing at the pallid flame Before him. ‘And how far will this go on?’ I thought. He felt the failure of my tongue, And smiled: ‘I was not here until you came; And I shall not be here when you are gone.’
i want someone to guess what’s underneath, past the glitter i want to confirm your worst, to show you i care except i find that this world cries and cries and i’ll be damned they bury me
A “Found” or “Blackout” Poem based on the second best poem according to 100.Best-Poems.net.
What Do Women Want? by Kim Addonizio I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has toguess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering inthe window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past theGuerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I’m the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment from its hanger like I’m choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-criesand the love-cries too, andI’ll wear it likebones, like skin, it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in.
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