sitting on a park bench
jessica k. shannon
immersed in yates and plath
i sit. entranced by the page.
tears threaten to steal past
my lashes.
i lose the battle.
a flash turns my gaze.
he had captured my tear-stained face.
"delete it?" i pleaded.
he complied. it didn't matter
he had a picture of me in his mind.
this boy. frustratingly distracting.
the self-proclaimed know-it-all type;
impertinent, imposing.
gorgeous.
compliments sputter off
his tongue. blue eyes linger
as if he's found me,
as if my shipwrecked soul
sought refuge on his sand.
the walls of my vessel begin
to weaken as i listen to every
love-breathed word.
a perfect stranger read my heart;
no one else had ever tried.
his lips speak of future
and past times.
events we've never shared.
secrets, memories free from lies.
"is he mad?" i question.
whatever his mantra, i am captivated.
"i might just change your life," he whispers.
reaching for his hand, i take him at his word.
jessica k. shannon
immersed in yates and plath
i sit. entranced by the page.
tears threaten to steal past
my lashes.
i lose the battle.
a flash turns my gaze.
he had captured my tear-stained face.
"delete it?" i pleaded.
he complied. it didn't matter
he had a picture of me in his mind.
this boy. frustratingly distracting.
the self-proclaimed know-it-all type;
impertinent, imposing.
gorgeous.
compliments sputter off
his tongue. blue eyes linger
as if he's found me,
as if my shipwrecked soul
sought refuge on his sand.
the walls of my vessel begin
to weaken as i listen to every
love-breathed word.
a perfect stranger read my heart;
no one else had ever tried.
his lips speak of future
and past times.
events we've never shared.
secrets, memories free from lies.
"is he mad?" i question.
whatever his mantra, i am captivated.
"i might just change your life," he whispers.
reaching for his hand, i take him at his word.
2 comments:
Jessica, your writting is very good. I realy liked!! Your discription at the "Who I am" section is the exactly way i feel. I like to write as well, and i coudn't say better about what makes me to. I apologize for my grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. I hope i could make myself understandble! "I might just change your life" that's something I've be waitting someone to say to me, and I hope this day come soon.
"A perfect stranger read my heart; no one else had ever tried."
Or whatever you said. Jess, you have a way of weaving the ordinary into the amazing, the blatantly meaningful. It's fantastic.
I would rather have you rework some of the beginning a bit--"battle" seems too forced, too heavy, for this poem anyway. But the last few stanzas are priceless.
It's nice to read your writing again, Jess.
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