Honorable Mention (draft 1)
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concretekissfor Joshua
One lonely year I begged my mama
for a mandolin to impress a mournful-eyed boy
who said my hands were good for it
examining them with his & I would never
ask for anything else ever again
ever I promised, driven by winsome grin
a hallowed heart smooth as polished
cherrywood & strings sore with song. When it
arrived, the instrument was unruly
kept its melody a secret I could not contrive
stung my fingers, would bleat & yowl
til I hung it from the wall red &
tongue torn as an honorable mention
while the boy faded off like the end of a song
into the pines. One lonely year I heard
he found an opus his hands were good for
of steel, of shrapnel, bowed his head over & played
One lonely year I lost the mandolin in the belly
of an abandoned house, a bad egg, a hollow heart
now home to fauna & in my dreams the boy
still visits me, cradling an instrument
that only sings for him, hangs his head down
over sometimes my hands, sometimes a metal means
sometimes the wooden heart & sometimes stops
to lift his eyes like limbs to light
& ask me hey, do you know this one.
One lonely year I begged my mama
for a mandolin to impress a mournful-eyed boy
who said my hands were good for it
examining them with his & I would never
ask for anything else ever again
ever I promised, driven by winsome grin
a hallowed heart smooth as polished
cherrywood & strings sore with song. When it
arrived, the instrument was unruly
kept its melody a secret I could not contrive
stung my fingers, would bleat & yowl
til I hung it from the wall red &
tongue torn as an honorable mention
while the boy faded off like the end of a song
into the pines. One lonely year I heard
he found an opus his hands were good for
of steel, of shrapnel, bowed his head over & played
One lonely year I lost the mandolin in the belly
of an abandoned house, a bad egg, a hollow heart
now home to fauna & in my dreams the boy
still visits me, cradling an instrument
that only sings for him, hangs his head down
over sometimes my hands, sometimes a metal means
sometimes the wooden heart & sometimes stops
to lift his eyes like limbs to light
& ask me hey, do you know this one.
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Date: 2008-02-05 03:13 pm (UTC)./w
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Date: 2008-02-05 03:19 pm (UTC)i'm glad you like it.
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Date: 2008-02-05 03:50 pm (UTC)you are good at making me wish your memories were mine.
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Date: 2008-02-05 04:16 pm (UTC)now it is YOUR pretty scarf!
Date: 2008-02-05 04:17 pm (UTC)I am glad that you laaav eet :)
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Date: 2008-02-05 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-05 05:42 pm (UTC)hello my darling
Date: 2008-02-05 05:45 pm (UTC)(That's a really good poem)
omg we r so pretty. let's go slide down some rainbowz 2gethar.
Date: 2008-02-05 05:53 pm (UTC)that means big big things to me when you say it.
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Date: 2008-02-05 05:47 pm (UTC)Evokes credit.
This poem has legs.
Nowadays your view has come full circle with the kids probably asking the same thing. And I wonder what you say. Me, I used to hope that kids would stick with something until it became a part of them. One I gave a guitar to did make it his. I was reassured that if it hadn't have been my gift, then someone else's. He had it in for that one thing. It's hit or miss. The understanding of "being good for it" begins there.
Thanks for sharing again.
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Date: 2008-02-05 05:57 pm (UTC)& thank you for sharing yr interpretation w/ me. that's one of my favorite parts about writing.
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Date: 2008-02-05 06:31 pm (UTC)Guess what? I answered the phone this morning like a durned fool, half awake, and it was The Discover Card offering me 2.99% for a year.
I shit you not!
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Date: 2008-02-05 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-05 07:14 pm (UTC)i don't know if there's a poem fine enough to deserve yr sweet ass.
Clearly you stole my idea of being awesome.
Date: 2008-02-05 07:59 pm (UTC)i time travelled through time & stoled it from yr brainz
Date: 2008-02-05 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-05 09:18 pm (UTC)i'm proud that you like it
Date: 2008-02-05 10:02 pm (UTC)Re: i'm proud that you like it
Date: 2008-02-05 10:08 pm (UTC)hit send too soon
Date: 2008-02-05 10:16 pm (UTC)*hides painting of you & handmade sculture of you & BFF matching t-shirts*
Re: hit send too soon
Date: 2008-02-06 03:02 am (UTC)