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Retrospect

In Millennial Generation on January 25, 2012 at 6:09 PM

RETROSPECT

Written as a poem prior to a weekend playing music and jamming with friends up in the mountains, the song it became in 1998/1999 is lost with the cassette tape-recording. I can still play it back in my mind and before it fades from my memory, at least in some way, the lyrics may live on. I dedicated it to Kristen K and if you’re out there, lovely red-haired lady, then it’s you, me and ‘THE ROACH’ keepin’ it smokin’. 

I hung up the phone last night

You had told me everything was all right

Then why the pain of fear and fright touch my heart?

I remember the last days of summertime

We were children in our innocence and in our minds

Do you remember that fateful day

When we learned about the ways that a human being can prey

We were fine ‘til we heard that noise

Underneath of the apple tree in your yard

Its funny how we never make any sense…

You came to me in a dream last night. Your illusion reflected in a pool of light.

Asked me if I would pause to catch a dream.

You took my hand and we tumbled down

a flight of stairs until we reached the ground.

The grass was soft beneath my feet.

It was then that you turned and ran away. Leaving me…what to say?

What does it mean?

And the air turned cold as I walked all alone on a road of broken cobblestone.

I heard your voice. From far away. And I called to you. To come back and play. But I couldn’t understand the answer that you gave.

So I told my legs to run. Faster than they had ever done. Towards your voice ‘cause I’d made the choice that I would never leave your side.

Look back. As I turned my head and the wind blew cold. And we froze.

How was I supposed to know?

How was I supposed to know?

I remember the last days of summer in our lives. In our innocence we disbelieved in time.

And you lost me. And you lost me when I left you.

And you lost me. And you lost me ‘cause I loved you.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Copyright 1999, 2012 by Kimberly Cox

Witness To His Shame

In 21st Century Culture, NEW!, poetry, Uncategorized on February 10, 2011 at 12:15 AM

Do you remember me in white robes?

maudlin, mercurial, unkept

wrapped in Fantasy

reflected in moonlight

filled in by your regret

Are you ashamed of me now?

stained white hotel sheets

with unspeakable things

and my underweight frame

buried somewhere beneath

is it

in this

we become

another secret ………. more dangerous  ?

IS THAT HOW YOU WILL CHOOSE TO REMEMBER     ME?

a drunken late night currant

of Rioja Red, Montelpucciano

flowing into mischievous malfeasance

spilled over and running       ruining

the last copy of our          manuscript

THEN I AM ASHAMED I GAVE YOU THOSE MOMENTS

a gift so pure

from inside me

passing an obsequious and fierce youth

as wild as the heat of battle

wide-eyed …. feral …. struggling

rough hands gripped and pressed down my wrists

you liked it when I fought back

HOW COULD I HELP

the veracity outside our window

the warmth that came

then a shelter built from whispers

HOW CAN YOU BE ASHAMED

what do you remember me as….

or has the ink bled too much on the page

have you bleached

all color

with your guilt

my fingers flip thru blank white pages    empty   as if I dreamt it

lovely longing and letters

words at play with words

rekindling fire by phrases

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE

A PLACE LONG FORGOTTEN

PERHAPS THOUGHT DEAD

NONETHELESS DORMANT

THAT WARMTH BREATHED LIFE INTO

WHAT GAVE LIFE TO THOSE MOMENTS

you and I are their only witness

how can you be ashamed for this?

In our shadows we are the shades of our passing selves

in the empty room where the white robes come and go

like the white sheets in endless

supply

The lights are going down

as two ghosts move about

with the creaks and echos

wondering what to do

FORGOTTEN MEMORIES

They are left behind and kept away trapped in that

Time and Space

They never thought it would turn out this way

Or that they were ever ghosts to begin with

Or anything was wrong in the first place.

© KHC, 2005

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