W. Doug Bolden
"Five Odd Years"
This is another poem that I found in my great "Digging For Gems in My Other Blog". I know precisely who this poem is about, and probably if you know me, you have an inkling as well. If not, it is not important. The sort of issue it deals with is universal. At least universal to me.
Some five-odd years
And a something awhile
Later and she is the perfect
Example of what
Not to do
Ordinarily, speaking.
I hold my tongue, and smile.
Text on a computer screen
And there is nothing
Quite like distance between us
And that Then
Sitting there all uppity.
She was my hallway
Happenstance, that bit of
Causal dream.
For two-odd years
And a something awhile
I grieved,
Even in those Whens
Where she was holding me.
Child, please,
I was such a stupid thing.
Sometime later,
And she is the perfect
Little girl
To be
An example of what went wrong.
I hold my tongue,
I hold my breath.
I am awake for minutes, yet.
I smile,
And the time comes all down,
Laughing at me. Goodbye,
And thank you,
For being perfectly-odd,
So conveniently.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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