shorter poems — untitled & unsorted
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
when i finish
writing you this poem
i will turn it round my finger
and slide it into a bottle
of brown glass
then seal the top
with cork and wax
the way my mother taught me
tomorrow i will throw it into the sea
to drift away across
the idle miles between us
that measure
the length of love
writing you this poem
i will turn it round my finger
and slide it into a bottle
of brown glass
then seal the top
with cork and wax
the way my mother taught me
tomorrow i will throw it into the sea
to drift away across
the idle miles between us
that measure
the length of love
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
... makes me ponder the journey and eventual destination of that bottle and note.
ReplyDelete~Manfred
Such is the journey of all things, I suspect ...
DeleteI'm wondering the same thing Manfred said. Will the bottle have a return address?
ReplyDeleteNow, you've made me think of that Elvis Presley song, "Return To Sender" ...
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