cclarebear

Poem of the Day 18 March 2021

“Trees retained their leaves and shed their bark instead, the swans were black, the eagles white, the bees were stingless, some mammals had pockets, others laid eggs, it was warmest on the hills and coolest in the valleys, and even the blackberries were red.”

““When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.” - Louis C.K.”

“I dream we’re by the shore for breakfast; wake to the clatter of gulls outside and walk to the diner. You order eggs and hashbrowns. I order coffee and a blueberry scone. Above the radio, an older couple beside us shares with pride that their granddaughter just was accepted to a college nearby. The waitress recommends dessert at the bakery down the street. When we leave, the sky is an empty blue parking lot. The wind carries salt from the ocean a block over. It is still so early. The day stretches out at our sandy feet.”

“Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.”

“The moment of awakening may be marked by an outbursts of laughter, but this is not the laughter of someone who has won the lottery or some kind of victory. It is the laughter of one who, after searching for something for a long time, suddenly finds it in the pocket of his coat.”

“Isn’t it silly how we joked about falling in love when we first met? We held hands in your car and played a game of truth or dare. “Truth or dare?” you asked. “Dare,” I said. “I dare you to fall in love with me,” your voice caressed my heart, and little did I know my whole future was being spoken into existence. One year later I couldn’t wash out the taste of your name from my lips. One year later I treasured the kisses you left on my spine like the starry night. We joked about falling in love when we first met. We were too wild and didn’t know we had each other in plain sight. One year later we hold hands in your car. “Truth or dare,” I ask. “Truth,” you say. “The truth is falling in love has been the scariest thing ever because love is like a beautiful Van Gogh painting that someone can break,” and I ran out of breath.”

“There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn’t worked.”

“I get reckless when I want to be touched.”

“And right then and there, we were a cliché of lover’s misfortune; theright love, the wrong time.”