As Winter Comes
A poem by Nancy Abdel Messieh
There are prints of flowers and leaves
on a wall that has forgotten spring.
There are hands that hold
these feelings inside
of rushed 2 am confessions, that come to nothing,
and children's names that go with us
to our graves.
There is more of emptiness
than anything else.
And no matter how you place your hands,
or how tightly your fingers
curl around the flesh of your stomach
there will always be this distance.
In it, we will place the things
that have fallen out of our reach.
Your stories of 1939, that were never true
even if they made us smile.
Crisp white table cloths and wine red napkins.
Conversations under shadowed wisps of strings that
pull,
over the clink of near-empty glasses of chardonnay.
No,
we will forget.
We will forget what it felt like
to hold summer in our bellies.
And we will be empty
inside.
Winter 2006-2007 Poetry:
AS WINTER COMES by Nancy Abdel Messieh
BOUNDARY STONES #1 & #2 by Alison
Eastley
WHAT HAPPENED by Lakshmi Krishnan
SYLVIA PLATH by Brian Willems
(tanka) by Dorothy McLaughlin
A BAD DAY by Nicholas Messenger
REVOLUTION by Heather Larsen
DIRTY FLOORS by Sam Friedman
JULIA by Michael Internicola
YOU ARE PART OF THIS by A. Thiagarajan
INAUDIBLE GESTURES GROWN ALL TOO COLD
by C. Allen Rearick
HOW LONG THE NIGHT WAS by Gary Charles
Wilkens
DREAM OF THE GARDEN by Lance Newman
SHE by Aimee Cirucci
LAUNDRY BOY'S CHANGE by Julian Haladyn
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