Poem for the road
Two years to the day
we last cracked a joke
I went out to
slap your knee
and tip some corn,
shoot a goose
rob a grave,
go on the loose
we last cracked a joke
I went out to
slap your knee
and tip some corn,
shoot a goose
rob a grave,
go on the loose
but damn if that
joke we cracked
didn't spill
all over me
some wild tears
and ghost feathers
joke we cracked
didn't spill
all over me
some wild tears
and ghost feathers
and some of
the meaning is
missing
everywhere
I look
the meaning is
missing
everywhere
I look
…..
10/29/14
© DavidLWhite
10/29/14
© DavidLWhite
1 comment:
An email from Pam...
I just did my every week or so skim through fb and stopped on you page with “poem for the road.” I’ve read it over and over now, and each time I love it more than the last time. I also feel more lonely each time. The words express so perfectly how losing someone can cause such a deep and ongoing loss; how it’s almost a surprise that the regular things, the routine things we don’t even think much about, are often missed the most. You put what I feel into words. I think it’s a remarkable poem. Thank you.
It’s hard to try to explain things to an author of poems with any confidence that you’ve made sense, but I just wanted to tell you anyway.
Love you Davo.
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