Slip

...these days around again

we will not forget the drowning

your dead brother

this morning

that was predictable, but you have to

don't you? 

Slip...?

beautiful, awesome

I gotta get rollin'

Holy ghost this hour of mine,

untie me

even so you were better to your friends

it's written in stone

Florida

you wouldn't listen.

Plan "B'- it's what I say to myself,

because you couldn't understand 

my brand of education

This horse has it's own color and it's many years from over

how do you walk away 

from what is inside you?

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"holy ghost this hour of mine/ untie me"
this is a great line...and those entire poem puts me in two directions at once...the loss of a brother who treated everyone else better than he treated family...something strained kept him from having the relationship with his kin. And the speaker wants to be untied from the regret she feels, maybe anger towards him, maybe guilt for herself.
But the virus came up with the Florida bit.
There are deaths that might happen naturally, even a suicide might be predicted, but the idiocy of some to totally disregard the distancing, that is committing suicide out of stupidity rather than depression.
Really excellent write, the kind i like so much. This allows me to follow my own path as I read...you let us do that.
j.

[Corset]

you are so good to me Jacob, Thank you, Florida was a place they couldn't follow, into the fire kind of thing, it's metaphorically a hurricane I think.
Into the eye. I really don't know I just write what I hear, I'm trying to understand though.

[Ruth]

So many wonderful lines within this...I love the way it is presented, one can dissect parts and yet they still make a whole, such a haunting poem that speaks of just how easily a soul can gather a burdensome load, superb Corset :)

[Corset]

Thank you for stopping in Ruth and for your wonderful comments