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Megan Eidelbach Poem
it seems unfair to me sometimes
that life has to end.
i hold you in my sight
paused in motion
refusing to forget the patterns of your face
youth only fades
yet noone wants to fathom
what age portrays
watching you now, at age 22,
your ceaseless movements
both delicate and benign,
you are locked in with a click like a mechanism
implanted within my shaking mind.
anchored in my thoughts
afraid i may lose sight,
dreading what is inevitably to come,
our ancient human rite.
what is it we have really
but phases full of longing,
short lifetimes of solitude,
then subsequent terms of bliss
it seems strange to say that i am not sorry
for little secret moments such as this.
i will not apologize
for having lived and hoping to live long
nor argue choice or afterlives
or hear you claim im wrong.
it seems we believe in nothing more
than dirt and cold and brine
i believe in the simple glory of your hands
large and gregarious inside my small ones,
eternity proven,
entwined.
Copyright © Megan Eidelbach | Year Posted 2009
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Megan Eidelbach Poem
time drags on
slowly
-clock ticking-
it seems that it is always morning
when she never seems to sleep.
eyes opening, glassy,
tentative and sore.
still weary from the many tears spilled the night before.
she picks up her guitar and weeps even more
mourning the loss of her love, her sanity,
herself.
strumming a song in monotone,
she listens to echoes through walls of stone
filling the silent empty spaces.
where he once stood at one time,
and she smiled and thought
"this one is for keeps, and mine, all mine"...
that spot on the carpet
where now
she only cries and paces
Copyright © Megan Eidelbach | Year Posted 2009
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Megan Eidelbach Poem
you wont listen to me now.
my words fall upon deaf ears.
the flowers are dying now that you picked for me
my bed empty; swollen full of tears.
i feel forgotten and discarded; even so,
you remain my muse.
i never meant to sour this love we held.
some decisions you never mean to choose.
you can pretend i don't exist now
and ignore when i insist
that some things even when they seem to be broken
can still be slowly fixed.
my sadness drapes over me at evening time
a cape of solitude and dispose
i long to unveil this uncertainty
and replace it with the vows we chose.
there cannot be an end to forever
i told you i would love you until then.
i keep my promise. i am still here,
just as i have always been.
Copyright © Megan Eidelbach | Year Posted 2009
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