Friday, July 6, 2012

4 New Poems

Our Final Recess
We spent our last night at home
out on the old playground,
riding swings and climbing towers
like we were still young,
running and laughing and pretending
like nothing was going to change.
We acted like the shadows were just
cover for our hide-and-seek,
but every time I lost sight of you,
my throat formed a lump
as I thought of never seeing you again.

Desert Canyons
Desert canyons were once rivers
which the rains could not refill.
But deep-running springs deliver
life to roots that reach down still.

Carousel Horses
Carousel horses frozen in place
like abandoned soldiers
left behind on the battle field,
too weak to move without help
but too strong to slip away.

Ghosts in the Mirror
Ghosts in the mirror
appear to smile at me
when I stare long enough.

Copyright (C) 2012 by Eric Landuyt

1 comment:

  1. 'Our Final Recess' really did convey the sense of anticipation for farewells that most people experience. Some detailed descriptions of the playground might help in furthering that aim.
    Not sure what to say about 'Desert Canyons' besides the fact that I like it.
    The 'Carousel Horses' comparison is fascinating, and 'Ghosts in the Mirror' generally creepy (if a bit cliched). Those two might actually work formatted as a whole sentence; still a poem, but without the unnecessary pressings of the 'enter' key. The last three are good examples of simplicity, and the first one has the potential to be expanded.