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[hathycol]

Actually, sod my last post. I found this poem before I went for Reading Week in the printer of the Fife Park, and I really liked it, so I took the print-off, as it had obviously been abandoned some time previously. If anyone knows where it comes from, I'd love to know.

The Recent Past Is Most Difficult For Us

Walk quickly, I see my breath today
Breathe heavily, feel the weight of my bag on my back
back when I met you at the train station last week
for a whole week of forgetting we'd make this walk

Walk quickly, I see my breath today
today we'll embrace and promise to write
(I sit writing here as your train leaves)
leaving: the art of hoping for more walking

Walk quickly I see my breath today
we try not to think about seeing next time
time, instead, for false hopeful promises
as trains away promise a walk to arival platforms later

Walk quickly, I see my breath today
though the walk is always shorter on the return
and soon we'll return to lives apart
We part, I walk quickly. I see my breath today.


I picked that up before I left to go to Cambridge and thought it was nice but didn't think much else of it. Makes me think more now; um, I'm not good at knowing what's good and what isn't in poetry, but if it makes you feel, isn't that the point?

Comments

[susie22.livejournal.com]

*gives huge hug*

let me know when youre free & i'll give you a non-internet hug. aw poor colleen, theres a lot of people got hit by leuchars being out of action. they really messed up the buses.

*hugs again*

hope you feel better. :o)

[tau_sigma]

*hugs* Ditto on the poetry, and yes, I think so. Also on your last post, really sorry your time with Simon was spoilt by illness :( Sod's law, grr. *hug*

[hyrnetanga.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I like the poem too, and it fits you two so well!