27: I watch those stalking children of the night fish through latent ashes of the dawn for old , broken suns, wondering why they cannot bear to sing.
8: Is it still heartbreak if she likes it?
7: I thought of you—and thought again.
30: Beware the wind, the whispers that it breaks; beware the sea, the sentences it drowns; beware the soil, the darkness that entombs the hopeful words you sent to empty rooms.
34: The god-beads come undone in our hands—wood and cord and the roughness of the skin that wears them down like the sea on the rocks, like letters from forgotten lovers that we throw away.
3 comments:
"Is it still heartbreak is she likes it?"
I love you.
"I thought of you-and thought again"
GOD! OH GOD YES!
These are amazing,
my favorite is 27,and I can't say anything coherent about it except that it resonated and I loved it.
7 was great and witty,
and I love the line "like letters from forgotten lovers that we throw away."
but 27 remains my favorite.
please write a book of poems one day Bernard.
You, uhm.
You write really damn well.
7 is wonderful. I relate.
34 is heart-wrenching and it's possibly one of my favourite sentences of all time.
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