Promise

Sometime today
they
cut the grass, in the park
outside and I
slipped my key into
the lock and crawled inside
my bed to doze, a baby
grown weeks and taken
I took back in my arms,
afraid
of time
the world outside us lulled

he who held his head up in
my arms and smiled lovingly into
my eyes
when at first I didn’t know
how to support
his neck, he
allayed my fright and grew
fast, limbs lengthening in my arms he aged five years
before I let him on my lap and
took his hand and opened
my eyes. Opened the door
and sat outside
and the smell of fresh cut grass washed over me,
finally

I dropped the remains of my last
addiction and
ground it into concrete

Author's Note

This is the easiest thing to spill out of my head in years. First title was Ezzy but that's not right yet

Reviews

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:: you're a phenomenal phenomenon in my life... you always inspire me... and you're one of the best poets on this site... without a doubt...

:: you made "the smell of fresh cut grass" into an exquisite work of art... absolutely loved reading you again... you magical human... :)

[_mal]

Hey, thank you heaps. That is high praise

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:: you're very welcome, dudette... your work and you are very worthy... the honesty in your work always overwhelms me...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see a couple different things in this poem...it could be a responsibility that has come along and made me realize that i need to drop my addiction to drugs...or maybe the reference to the baby here is that the drug is my baby, it depends on me, i depend on it...
but in the end...the attachment must be broken...

i find this poem to be ambiguous in a really good way...allowing us to delve into it and take our own trip.

jacob

[_mal]

I feel like I should let people who read this know I have given up every one of my s****y habits except smoking cigarettes. Thank you very much for your review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i don't know that it is necessary to disclose anything, Mal...poems are poems...and if we read enough poetry we find that often the speaker in the piece is not necessarily the poet him or herself.

that poems sometimes are just poems, built on ideas that come through our imagination...i think often readers take poems quite literally, when it may not be the case that they are...

it is a really good piece that many readers could relate to in a number of ways...too often readers try too hard to figure out the poet rather than just reading for what they get out of the poem for themselves.

[_mal]

I agree with all of that, sadly a lot of work is based or parts at least taken from the writers experience, I've always had trouble untangling myself from the world and my work is often a selfish release of something in my life. I've learned honesty is most important over the years and as a lot of my poetry has contained some of my struggle with substances I don't want anyone who knows that to think I could put that on another life

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, to that. we do put a part of ourselves in whatever we write...even if it is something that is long past...or not so long past...

you really write with such passion...and your readers cannot ignore that passion.

[_mal]

That's something I admire in your work too, all the writers on my friends list...It's hard to know what words are good enough to say to it