On A Whim

Atop the box spring
Like a boat that longs

for its sunken oars,
motionless upon a river
born of dreams and shortcuts.

Spontaneity has its place,
A bus that jolts, a shattered glass,
A sudden kiss on dry pale lips,
and on a whim, it blooms into

the present and it sheers
the past from all our expectation
like my mother tending
to the rosebush and

again I have forgotten
to say I love you.

 

Todays best new poem was written by Michael Ceraso.

 

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2 thoughts on “On A Whim

  1. I felt like I was in school all over again. I must have read it a dozen times just so I could fully make my own sense of it. It is beautiful.
    Maybe one day you will tell us where it came from – what it means to you.

  2. I felt like I was back in school all over again. I must have read it a dozen times so I could really find the meaning within. It’s beautiful.

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