The Words were Mine

The words were mine,

I said them,

I did.

But somewhere

their intended meaning changed,

into this puddled ooze,

that furrowed my own brow,

along with yours,

and we had to

begin again.



a re-translation.


a second attempt.


the rising pitch of voices

at odds,

the angles,

too sharp,

too numerous.


All of this,

for what?


For us.


For what comes later,

when all is understood,

faces relaxed,

as we dream of summer,

in the afternoon,

still snowing,

still smiling,

with you.

IMG_5729 IMG_5731


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s