[poetry]: Running Away
by Midnight on May.04, 2010, under Poetry, Poetry/Fiction Workshop, Pointy Leaves Literary Salon
(c) Joshua D. Biddle
Take me back to the time
of our first disclosure,
when poetry was simply words
strung together forming childlike tales
of hand-me-downs and days gone by;
when sentences were sterile and metaphors
lovely in their innocence.
Take me to the time of budding flowers,
when motivation was something to be sought after–
a time for living, heart-strung
on sleeveless t-shirts,
working the fields, and minimum wage.
Send me back to the place
where creativity was boundless
and stifled silence from gaunt tounges
did not yet exist;
a time of heartache and heart break,
whimsical fantasy lore
and creatures of comfort.
Usher me back to the place where I began,
a place of stainless pleasure,
when bike rides were just bike rides
with no pretense and sex was naught yet found.
The place where abandonment was a lie
and the future still held all her stars in the sky.
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May 5th, 2010 on 15:06
I can identify with this poem, some days I feel like that both about writing and my research. Also “stainless pleasure” is powerful
– you might want to play with the bike ride imagery a bit more there, but that’s entirely up to you!