Post by 8starlight8 on Dec 4, 2012 10:23:00 GMT -5
**This poem is dedicated to my grandmother**
I have a deadline
It is next Monday
It is my Geography paper
And I think to myself. How it means the world to me.
I should get off Facebook
Should I paint my nails?
Cherry red or magnolia pink
Which one would look better in pictures
I can finish 3 pages today
And leave the other 7 for tomorrow
Only 5 more days!
Flicking through their statuses
Flicking eraser bits off the table
I panic. And then remind myself. It’s no big deal.
You saw this coming
You procrastinated
It’s not the end of the world
What if my submission is subpar?
Worthy of an A? How does that signify anything?
I have a deadline.
I frown, because I lack urgency.
My muscles tense. I crack my knuckles.
Furious typing. The word count ticks.
I have a deadline.
It is. It just is. It can be March. It can be January. It can be next Monday.
It is my life
And I think to myself. Have you figured out what means the world to you?
Gazing, unseeing, at the cherry red dress
adorning your granddaughter
in the magnolia pink frame around her picture
On the wall. 3 pages of her letters. 7 years you have raised her.
Flicking through memories
Flicking the dust off barely blurring faces
In your startlingly clear mind
While your paper thin fingers tremble
On the table.
I panic. And then remind myself. It’s no big deal.
I saw this coming
No procrastination necessary.
Is it the end of the world?
What if my submission to my life had been subpar?
Worthy of every breath? How does that signify anything?
I have a deadline.
I smile, because I lack urgency.
My muscles relax. I let my wrinkles sink.
Humming with gravity. The second hand ticks.
I wish we could go back
Before either of us had
Deadlines
To keep
To anticipate.
Impatient fingers tapping, uselessly.
When I was light as a feather
Small enough to be held in your arms. Lifted high in your arms
High above your head
My baby lips struggling to come back to earth
So I could kiss you on your smooth forehead
A kiss that knows no deadlines.
Soft- because my heart knows no other emotion but love
A kiss that knows no gravity.
Soft- because my downy existence was too frail to sink
A kiss that knows no time.
Soft- because my painful honesty is yours to hold freely and forever
Now I understand why, to die because
You are so happy you could
overflows with more bliss
than the sweetest light of all summer dusks.
As the train pulls in
I see you. A blade of grass. Fragile in the crowd.
Is that a deadline a-hover over your graying curls?
And a wish so deep and mighty that the train buckles beneath my feet swallows me whole:
I will leap into your arms.
Suspended
High above your head
My 20 year old lips planting an eternal kiss on your time-wrinkled forehead
A kiss that knows no deadlines.
I have a deadline
It is next Monday
It is my Geography paper
And I think to myself. How it means the world to me.
I should get off Facebook
Should I paint my nails?
Cherry red or magnolia pink
Which one would look better in pictures
I can finish 3 pages today
And leave the other 7 for tomorrow
Only 5 more days!
Flicking through their statuses
Flicking eraser bits off the table
I panic. And then remind myself. It’s no big deal.
You saw this coming
You procrastinated
It’s not the end of the world
What if my submission is subpar?
Worthy of an A? How does that signify anything?
I have a deadline.
I frown, because I lack urgency.
My muscles tense. I crack my knuckles.
Furious typing. The word count ticks.
I have a deadline.
It is. It just is. It can be March. It can be January. It can be next Monday.
It is my life
And I think to myself. Have you figured out what means the world to you?
Gazing, unseeing, at the cherry red dress
adorning your granddaughter
in the magnolia pink frame around her picture
On the wall. 3 pages of her letters. 7 years you have raised her.
Flicking through memories
Flicking the dust off barely blurring faces
In your startlingly clear mind
While your paper thin fingers tremble
On the table.
I panic. And then remind myself. It’s no big deal.
I saw this coming
No procrastination necessary.
Is it the end of the world?
What if my submission to my life had been subpar?
Worthy of every breath? How does that signify anything?
I have a deadline.
I smile, because I lack urgency.
My muscles relax. I let my wrinkles sink.
Humming with gravity. The second hand ticks.
I wish we could go back
Before either of us had
Deadlines
To keep
To anticipate.
Impatient fingers tapping, uselessly.
When I was light as a feather
Small enough to be held in your arms. Lifted high in your arms
High above your head
My baby lips struggling to come back to earth
So I could kiss you on your smooth forehead
A kiss that knows no deadlines.
Soft- because my heart knows no other emotion but love
A kiss that knows no gravity.
Soft- because my downy existence was too frail to sink
A kiss that knows no time.
Soft- because my painful honesty is yours to hold freely and forever
Now I understand why, to die because
You are so happy you could
overflows with more bliss
than the sweetest light of all summer dusks.
As the train pulls in
I see you. A blade of grass. Fragile in the crowd.
Is that a deadline a-hover over your graying curls?
And a wish so deep and mighty that the train buckles beneath my feet swallows me whole:
I will leap into your arms.
Suspended
High above your head
My 20 year old lips planting an eternal kiss on your time-wrinkled forehead
A kiss that knows no deadlines.
