I memorize your face
With eyes and hands
Disappear from the world
And all its demands
Never in my wildest dreams
Would such luck have unfurled
Here in my undeserving arms
The prettiest girl in the world
And snippets of that song
In the background keep on playing
In my head I sing along
But ignore what they’re saying
And, tho the winds outside this
Bubble
May howl and try to sting
I am safe and I am warm
Right here and now with you
My favorite thing
And again, that song, as I
Hum along
Watch you clean up for the night
Wash the day away
We are in to stay
I, always rendered weak-kneed
By the sight
Of that perfect face
Gracing each and every new light
And your makeup-less face
Is my favorite place
To visit, tho I could stay forever
I appreciate the fireworks
But your flawless flaws
And facial quirks
Make them a necessity never
And, oh my god, your eyes
Radiating, devastating
A ten second stare takes an hour
Unique just to you, color and size
I’m mesmerized and hesitating
At the enormity of their power
We are home hearts comingled
With that tune still in the back
And down your back my fingertips tingled
Feel the day’s tension start to slack
Nothing but hope lies before us
In the moment I actually know it
Then that song begins its chorus
Things start fading
Did I blow it?
My crinkle-eyed smile
You put there disappears
It lasted just a little while
The flood lets loose old fears
I wake all alone
No you, I bemoan
It was just slumbered remembering
I should go back and change
The tenses of this thing
But I won’t, I am drained
I’m always waking up and then
I just always lose you
Again
Memories and visions remained
Never ever in my wildest dreams
Would I dare dream
Such a sparkle picture perfect dream
I’ve no control
You’re deep in my soul
It’s ol’ Queen Maab,
That mighty troll
And her relentless scheme
Yes, in my dreams
I resurrect your ghost
But it’s soft
And mine
A love devine
It’s the wide awake haunting
That hurts the most
Makes me remember that line…
When I’m back to what’s real
And the price it must cost
To feel what I feel
Where so much seems lost
So gone, so far
In mountains of wrong
And I get in my car
And on comes that song…
“It’s better to feel pain
Then nothin’ at all
The opposite of love’s
Indifference”
And I’ll drive thru
The morning dew
Pondering again the mystery
Of how fickle it grew
But knowing I knew
The prettiest girl in history
What a beautiful, haunting poem. Your emotions are clearly felt. Thank you.
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This is beautiful Eddie. I don’t know what else to say…not something cliche like “it’s better to have loved than”…blah blah blah. I appreciate the emotions you are conveying in this poem.
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So many things about this poem get me. You craft the sorrow and sadness so well, yet…there’s beauty and love in there somewhere. I write my slices and feel like I am writing my heart; then I read yours and realize I’m barely scratching the surface. Thanks for putting yourself out there with your posts.
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Dude! I am literally speechless and a little choked up. Who could ever compare to the prettiest girl in the world? Last night I thought about you and tried to whip up some poetry. I have about 11 drafts saved because nothing seems to make sense… what I love about this piece is that I could literally paint a picture from beginning to end. Your words are very beautiful.
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I’m sending you virtual snaps… we should have a Woodridge poetry slam… parents, students, educators,
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Ummmmmmm, a Woodridge poetry slam!?!?! Yessssss, let’s do it!! Vicki, Eddie, you’re on the committee with me. Let’s plan it!
P.S. – I’m planning a small Slicer get-together for the beginning of April, too!
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