Gone Missing
i've lost so
many poems
while typing one
my mind has another
done but then
when I get
back to
that it
is gone but
that's the
poetics
of life
my wife
didn't know
how to skip a
stone across a
calm pond
so by showing
her she happily did
just that very thing for
over an after
noon as i smiled
and watched some
failures where the stone
just wasn't
meant to be
a skipper but
for her all had
possabilaties
as they skipped cross
the etch a sketch com
bination slide rule and gym
jock strap
just to keep
my own insecurity
we started to photo
graph the first
skipped rocks
ringing off
the water
but me being no
mathematician
but i suppose
in the back
of my head that
each thrown stone
loses speed and so
saying a whopping
nine skips turns
this pond into
a one of a
kind worth
more then a
million strativarii
yet the encroaching
weeds and sewage leave
this place
of once mem
ories to now a no
body skips stones for
levity or simply simplicity
cause of more
or less the same
thing to let the silent
unused and unstrummed
as in a seventy eight
Martin guitar i have
in my living room
i don't even
keep in
tune let
alone but
actually
left alone
out of sight
from another
time and
my excuse
is i don't
have
time
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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