Below is the poem entitled June 23rd which was written by poet
Monteblanco. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Am I waiting for you or destiny?
You fell into my hands once but I let you slip away.
On June 23rd you didn’t say a word, but I guess it started before my mind could grasp reality.
What was I thinking? Maybe I wasn’t thinking at all.
I looked at you with a face full of shame or…was it embarrassment?
I can’t remember what I was I feeling or what I was looking at.
Was it you or someone else who devoured my ability to talk?
I stood there. Isolated from the world as if I were some crazy lunatic holding a gun in my hand.
Why was I here?
I didn’t need to be next to her or in the same room as her.
She breathed down my neck or was it just the wind?
My teacher began with a monotonous voice.
“First five seats of every row are to be filled.”
My heart became heavy like an anchor.
I blocked the sounds that came from her mouth, until I heard “John.”
I knew who was next… I just hoped that she wouldn’t continue her protest but time went by and not a single word or good-bye.
I guess that day really was the end of my smooth stainless literature.