Transference

 

Took a while to get here

I’d say

If not for those crooked lines.

Abysmal abandonment,

 

but dark

never bothered me.

 

when the little boy on the trail

looks back to see if I’m still

there

asks me to tie his shoes

wood and shrub

his eyes are carved out pieces

of empty

 

the way he

bangs the cart

repeatedly into the wall

as if to say, here I am

take me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

one of my exes was good at this...transference...

i think when she looked at me sometimes, she saw empty.

but mostly because she felt empty...

and often i felt like i was banging the cart repeatedly into the wall...was confusing and disconcerting...yet...it didn't bother me all that much...there was love.

your writing is really pushing on my pen, inspiring work from you...i think i might just start banging the keys now.
thank you, K.
jacob

[K. Louis]

Thank you Jacob, for your continued reading and insightful reviews. I mean it.

[h d e rushin]

all my unconsciously retained desires from childhood have long since been conveyed to
other planets and galaxies. I deal today with today and the hearafter. And I give equal
attention to both.

but your poetry is that of right now. The final stanza here is pure translative synthesis.
nicely done,
dana

[icelandicblue]

We always carry who we were with us and that little voice speaks to us often filled with the insecurities we were to young to understand. Sometimes as we get older we understand them better but it doesn't always help. This poem made me think.

[K. Louis]

Always nice to get some new eyes. Thanks for taking the time.