Eddy

In the 10th year of my understanding
I misunderstood all the answers
as scrawling on a pad, I worked
down margins that never added up,
You spread my fingers and cut
through the webbing so that I
could never swim again except
in the darkness of shallow dreams.
Afterwards when decay set in
I tore rancid meat from the bones
and set out to make a broth,
an old recipe that promised cure alls
but in truth made us more sick.
So here I am now, in this spot
but still white water rafting.
Eddy, that was never your name
but I still whirled into your embrace.





Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-11-09 at 15:09

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Hagzissa
I think you are an extraordinary poet and you write well no matter what you print down, but you do bloom when you write about the dark. Poetry in its excellency!!!!!!!!! Well done, Elle!
2007-11-11


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a wonderful text Elle and so subtly effective in the nostalgia of yesterdays dreams well done rgds Mikke
2007-11-09


Rob Graber
Fascinating and disturbing; the image of having one's webbing cut definitely sticks in the mind...
2007-11-09