april is national poetry month!
Apr. 3rd, 2003 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancingyelyes, i know i said that already....but i wasn't sure if it was week or month, and it's actually month. so yes. here's another poem for everyone...one that i rather relate to, on a not so literal level.
The Darling Letters
by Carol Ann Duffy
Some keep them in shoeboxes away from the light,
sore memories blinking out as the lid lifts,
their own recklessness written all over them. My own...
Private jokes, no longer comprehended, pull their punchlines,
fall flat in the gaps between endearments. What
are you wearing?
Don't ever change.
They start with Darling; end in recriminations,
absence, sense of loss. Even now, the fist's bud flowers
into trembling, the fingers trace each line and see
the future then. Always... Nobody burns them,
the Darling letters, stiff in their cardboard coffins.
Babykins... We all had strange names
whcih make us blush, as though we'd murdered
someone under an alias, long ago. I'll die
without you. Die. Once in a while, alone,
we take them out to read again, the heart thudding
like a spade on buried bones.
it's a weird poem, this one...i relate to bits of it,but not quite literally. but i definitely re-read some letters when i'm alone and i used to cry, but now i smile.
well, that's all for now...comment! post your own poetry, or stuff you like! read poems aloud! celebrate national poetry month!
The Darling Letters
by Carol Ann Duffy
Some keep them in shoeboxes away from the light,
sore memories blinking out as the lid lifts,
their own recklessness written all over them. My own...
Private jokes, no longer comprehended, pull their punchlines,
fall flat in the gaps between endearments. What
are you wearing?
Don't ever change.
They start with Darling; end in recriminations,
absence, sense of loss. Even now, the fist's bud flowers
into trembling, the fingers trace each line and see
the future then. Always... Nobody burns them,
the Darling letters, stiff in their cardboard coffins.
Babykins... We all had strange names
whcih make us blush, as though we'd murdered
someone under an alias, long ago. I'll die
without you. Die. Once in a while, alone,
we take them out to read again, the heart thudding
like a spade on buried bones.
it's a weird poem, this one...i relate to bits of it,but not quite literally. but i definitely re-read some letters when i'm alone and i used to cry, but now i smile.
well, that's all for now...comment! post your own poetry, or stuff you like! read poems aloud! celebrate national poetry month!
