FINISH THIS POEM
Colder than the night before I met you
It penetrates my heedless wheeze then sighs
August in mood, in all that I choose
My banner waves from a dream capsized
That’s the original and never finished it. Well, it only feels unfinished because it is so short. Decades later I can try but it’s a struggle. Actually all I like about it is the opening line…
Longer than the day after we met
Decades of disintegration and malaise
I push myself not to forget
Your red hair on that windy summer’s day
Older than the cough you set within me
Bronchitis from a cliff-top frozen kiss
For years I tackled people, land and sea
To find the ghost, the lover gone a miss