Jeffry Cohan Poet Quintain (English)

The Death of Denim

PERHAPS IT’S CONTRA-INDICATED
                                             

I still and will sleep in the denim jacket you gave me to own
Now that I am sleeping all alone
Do you remember the peace sign I drew on the back?
And now it’s your peacefulness which forever I will lack

I won’t even wash it or have it cleaned
And from this jacket I may never be weaned
It’s security, it’s memories and has the aroma of fresh morning dew
Some cloth, some ink and a reminder of the time I spent with you

Actually it could use a rinse or two
But I don’t want to rid any  part  of you
Not the look in your eyes when you gave it to me
And without you that denim jacket seems garish and gloomy

Besides “Peace” it also says “love” that now seems ironic
Because you swore I was your love and you were my tonic
But elixirs can’t exorcise what seems totally premeditated
And I don’t think the stench of you will ever be thusly faded
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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Delysia Hendricks July 4, 2011 at 8:11 PM I read this to be a true-life experience. Hold onto those memories as long as you may, phriend mine. Hugs, Licia xxx

Nette Onclaud July 2, 2011 at 11:29 AM oh my, free... the blend of tenderness and longing mystifies me... ... all a description of the inner workings of your mind so awake with sensory images... " sleep, peace, jacket, aroma, look.." beautiful, riveting! :) huggs, nette