"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, December 16, 2010


You wrote
a long time ago,
and I never
wrote back.
I guess because
sometimes it's hard
to love what's
abandoned you.
And now
all I have
are these old
and unwritten

- - -

Just because I need a push in the right direction.

I had to trudge through what seemed like miles of snow on the way home from school today. I live really close to the high school (thank goodness), but sometimes home feels like a long ways away when you're squinting through a blizzard.

Anyways, I think the cold has made my brain into a viscous, unmoving syrup.


  1. Yes, I know how you feel in this poem. Such an unresolved feeling....unable to decide whether to reach out or let it go. *sigh*

  2. Definitely feel your pain here...this describes my situation quite well. Thanks for sharing. You write very well.

  3. Some things a better off alone, but some are worth the trouble, either way may you find peace!

    I’d like to wish you a Merry Christmas and to say thank you for the support to Jingle Poetry, with you standing beside us, we are able to continue our efforts by providing the platform for poets who share and encourage…BEST wishes for the year 2011…your poetry has enlightened our community and made us smile.

    Blessings fly your way, Happy Holidays!


    Hope to see you on Sunday Poetry Potluck again, let me know if you have questions..old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome..

    week 15 theme: reflections, interpretations, and musings.

    Take care!

  4. Great description and angst JB. Sometimes there's really not much you can do with old feelings except let them hang out for awhile.


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