Stubbornness
The first thing I did was chastise her for being afraid.
Nothing to fear out here, I had said, though I knew
I assured myself more than I did her- to prove my
point I ventured into the black stalks a few steps deeper
than I had anticipated. I had a point to prove, after all,
and waited a moment longer than my shivering limbs
had hoped. As I returned to where we had been standing,
I found her pink hat and nothing more. I knew she must be
playing a prank, and shouted into the void- she must think
she's so clever running off and perching in some tree for
me to worry about her- years later, I wonder how she insists
on furthering her point, even after the authorities continued
my search for a full 72 hours and scotch-taped her pictures
to the ghost windows of the local post office.
Nothing to fear out here, I had said, though I knew
I assured myself more than I did her- to prove my
point I ventured into the black stalks a few steps deeper
than I had anticipated. I had a point to prove, after all,
and waited a moment longer than my shivering limbs
had hoped. As I returned to where we had been standing,
I found her pink hat and nothing more. I knew she must be
playing a prank, and shouted into the void- she must think
she's so clever running off and perching in some tree for
me to worry about her- years later, I wonder how she insists
on furthering her point, even after the authorities continued
my search for a full 72 hours and scotch-taped her pictures
to the ghost windows of the local post office.
posted by w.weston at
11:28 PM
1 Comments:
i like this, it seems personal, but kind of unfinished. is it supposed to sound that way for distance from the subject matter, or did it just come out of nowhere? i don't know much about poetry but i think i like yours.
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