Thursday, July 22, 2010

How to ruin a nice moment

Doubt is like a lying child:
you know you just can't trust it
but you have to, sometimes.
Back in high school we used to fight all the time
(forgotten phone calls, he said she saids)
Only years later did I realize it was just
my boredom manifested as an entity
like Santa Claus, a god
that shapes the little lives of mortals.
I'm not sweet stupid sixteen anymore, so
I carry a thermometre pressed to my heart,
red marks on my ring finger where I pinch
over and over to see if it's real.
I'll smile when sunlight coaxes me
and sigh and ask Why
can't it always be happy times?

though a wiser part of me knows
I need the sad times
to appreciate times like these.

This poem was written in response to the Poetry Prompt on Big Tent Poetry.

Photo by David R. Tribble
I didn't know what image to put with this, so enjoy some clouds and sunlight.

        Are you the kind of person who listens more to their heart or head? If you listen to both at different times, how do you decide when to listen to one or the other?


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Definitely head. :P Probably more than I should. It means I don't fight over stupid things, but it also means I'm not overly romantic as a result. I don't know if that's a good tradeoff or not. :P

Katie said...

It's probably a mix for me. But usually not too good of one. I feel that I should listen to my heart more, but I can't drown my head out so often. Is it effed that my head is the irrational one over my heart?

gautami tripathy said...

I love the title!

cut and dried

Elizabeth said...

I liked your poem and the title. As far as your question goes, I listen to both, then call on a tiny green and gold dragon named Tui, and we discuss it. She's far faster and sharper than I am.


Tumblewords: said...

Nice piece, for sure. The photo is a wonderful match.

Anonymous said...

opening two lines are great -- i love that metaphor!