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Ben Soodsma Poem
I’ve looked back
Remembering days
And the ways
Our voices persistently sway…
like the branches
And the nights—
Recalling the bright city
Lights
Upon the sidewalks
We told ourselves
We’d walk
But never did
The quiet that followed
It was the least expected
And I was waiting for the crickets
To end this tongue-tied trance
The summer faded
Crickets killed by frost
An endless trance,
That I had never lost
And it all returned one day
Just to be up and taken away
Determined I stand
To return to that land
We’ve discovered.
The crickets never came
Copyright © Ben Soodsma | Year Posted 2010
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Ben Soodsma Poem
There’s something about nights
The cool, calm breeze brushing ears
The sky provides our only light
We sit in the middle of a park
Waiting for what we want to hear
And even if I don’t hear it,
I’m alright with that
I’m barely listening anyways—
The sky has so much more to offer
Every single star is in the same place
They’ve been there since I was young
You may have left, you may be leaving
But the stars, they never leave here
Maybe someday I’ll find myself
In the middle of this park
Nothing changing—
Not the stars,
Not whoever she may be
Copyright © Ben Soodsma | Year Posted 2010
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And darling please—
Can you make this pain stop?
It’s my knees,
They’re worn and aching.
Did you think this through?
It’s my breath you’re taking.
You know how to shake me,
I’m weak at the knees.
You know how to break me,
I’m weak at the knees.
You know how to make me,
Weak at the knees.
Copyright © Ben Soodsma | Year Posted 2010
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